Greetings from Invitation Central, Internet! The weather is fine and I wish you were here. No, I really wish you were here, because then I'd have someone to help me glue seventy-five tiny doilies into seventy-five tiny RSVP envelopes. Yeah, I know, that sentence sort of reads like a deranged orangutan took control of my computer and wrote it---doilies? in envelopes? what in the what?---but I saw this thing in Martha Stewart Weddings the other day where they made envelopes from doilies, and then I was in Michael's and they had packets of tiny doilies and I bought one because it was $1.99 and I had a 20% off coupon and I've always loved the lacy look of doilies, and then I got home and put it next to my dark grey RSVP envelope, and it was like Martha herself jumped into my living room, waving her arms like a madman.
"Holly," she said in my head. "That looks awesome. That is mostly definitely a Good Thing. Do this with your envelopes. I promise. You are a creative genius."
And that's how I decided to glue seventy-five doilies into seventy-five envelopes. Hey, you don't argue with Martha. Even if she's Fake Martha and she's in your head. Especially if she's Fake Martha and she's in your head. That bitch is crazy.
I've always been a bit of a DIY-er, and with Sean being a designer, it seemed kind of a no-brainer for us to make our own invitations for the wedding. We're not sending the U.S.-based ones out until the first week of July---or even the overseas ones until the mid-to-end of June---but we've been working on them for the past month or so to get them exactly how we want them, and we're definitely getting pretty close. I might like to bitch and moan about how surprisingly stressful planning a wedding has turned out to be---bitch and moan? moi? really? never! (that's your line, go on)---but I've got to say, the ridiculous things like gluing fiddly little doilies into fiddly little RSVP envelopes has actually been one of the most relaxing parts of the whole process. Give me a hundred envelopes to address any day, if the alternative is researching noise permits and compiling table rental quotes. I am deeply, surprisingly crafty. I enjoy gluing and cutting and getting to write things all swirly and pretty. I would really make an excellent scrapbooker.
My mother thinks I'm giving myself too many projects and potentially making things harder than they have to be---could be because I sent her an actual Google spreadsheet of everything I wanted to DIY for the wedding---but I really love doing this stuff myself. There's this weird indescribable satisfaction that comes from having a brilliant idea---or, uh, stealing a brilliant idea from Martha Stewart Weddings---and then seeing it through to fruition. And the best part of it all is the inbetween part, the part where you're actually doing it, where you're sitting in front of a Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon on a Tuesday night, fingers tacky with glue, a stack of RSVP envelopes to the left, a stack of doilies to the right, and look, there's your project taking shape right in front of you! You did that! It's like She Likes Purple said in the comments the other day:
"We made our own invitations and it was unbelievably stupid of us because oh, the fights that were brought on by those invitations. But I don't ever cringe when I think back on making them. Instead I think, 'man, I should really throw more parties so I can make more invitations.' LIKE A CRAZY PERSON."
I'm only at the beginning of my DIY project list, and perhaps I'll read back on this two months from now and simultaneously weep and guffaw at my wet-behind-the-ears enthusiasm towards it all, but for now, I'm just so unabashedly gleeful about all the double-sided tape dispensers and hand-held corner-rounders in my future. And all the terrible TV I get to watch while using them.