You know what the worst thing ever is? Making wedding invitations. Correction: Making wedding invitations up to my/my mother's standards. Because that sh*t will take you every conscious minute of your 3 day weekend and several hundred of your dollars. And also your fiance who wanted to get to work early, will instead spend AN HOUR at the post office, hand-applying stamps to all 90+ invitations. Which the USPS considers to be "packages" because they're rigid.
I feel like I entered the invitation olympics. I'm pretty sure I'm getting a medal, but I don't know if it's gold. Also I might be disqualified for using performance-enhancers.
Pictures won't be posted for at least a week so the surprise isn't ruined for readers who are receiving invitations. But here's a little teaser: the only material in our crafty arsenal we didn't use was restraint. Sometimes more is more, people. Also? Paperlove can really cock up your life.