bridal diaries: DIY invitations = first bridal meltdown.

it’s invitation week.

i’ve been working on gathering addresses for weeks, and we have most of them. our goal was always to get them sent out the week after memorial day–before the end of may. it may seem early for an early august wedding, but it’s a) the summer b) dependent on the schedule of people throwing me showers (current count: 3. i have no idea what to say about that except wow.) and c) just really good because i shouldn’t do invitations when i’m teaching three classes.

rationale now explained.

we decided to print our own. it’s cheaper (it really is, actually).

so that’s what i did last night.

120 announcements. 60+ invitations.

and on at least 35 of the announcements? black ink smudges on the edge.

i nearly lost my mind. i was already stressed beyond reason about these stupid invitations. the pictures aren’t exactly what we ordered, meaning that around the black collage there is a white border. there was not a white border around the original collage. but i reprinted them and apparently that’s what happens.

i would really like to trim the 200 pictures, but who has time for that?

(not me.)

i didn’t know how to make the black smudges stop. they were erratic–not always happening at the same time, but happening fairly consistently. i tried to google it. it told me acetone. i tried it. it ruined the paper.

commence the beginning of my first bridal meltdown.

i was tired–still am. all the time.–and stressed–it’s the last week of job training and i am barely hanging on, i swear.–and feeling the pressure of all of the things that have yet to be done but have to be considered soon and was just trying to get through the invitation printing so that they would be done in time for tonight, when one of my bridesmaids and me and the bff have a homemade pizza/stuffing invitations/addressing invitations party.

i just wanted it to go smoothly.

and i was already really nervous about it. i don’t know why. i just was.

the bff came up with a plan to fix it, and he did a brilliant job. and eventually, once i had to change the ink cartridge, they just stopped.

but by that point it felt like me alone, waging war against the dragon that is DIY invitations, and i was mad and frustrated and dissolving very quickly into tears and irrationality.

it was not pretty. i hope to never repeat it.

i tell you all this to say that i’m pretty tired.  and i am pretty bad at asking for help.

but after last night, i’m pretty sure that i need to start doing it.

and i’m pretty sure that i will be really, really happy when all 190 of those envelopes are in the hands of the USPS, complete with a white bordered black collage that i’m sure people will still think are adorable.

and if they don’t, in the immortal words of my bff, stuff ’em.

started the “jillian michaels kicks my butt six days a week for 30 days shred program” again.

did level 3 yesterday. i’ve been on level 3 for a while. i have yet to master rock star kicks, but i’m working on it.

am willing myself to do level 3 again today.

ironically? i worry that my dress will be too big.

cross that bridge when we get to it, i guess.

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One Response to “bridal diaries: DIY invitations = first bridal meltdown.”

  1. lindzml Says:

    Oh man, I have to say…I’m not looking forward to the invitation saga and don’t exactly know how I’m dealing with it yet. But you’ll be the first person I call. As for doing the invites again? Welcome to EVERY BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR YOUR KIDS, EVER. And I must say, I’d rather a dress that was a little big than one that was too small…it sounds like you are most definitely headed in the former’s direction, which makes me smile for you. Just think: the end is totally worth everything that happens before. I miss you!

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