This may have pushed me off the deep end.
I thought I was doing so well controlling all the details, getting locations, dresses, and people in line with my idea of a dream wedding. Then I went down to the printer I chose on Saturday to design the invitations. My head is now is a tailspin (Jon would be proud of me for using airplane lingo...I think).
I knew what style I wanted so I thought this would be a pointing exercise...I want this and this and this and this. Little did I know the options that would await.
First, pick a pattern for the top of the invitation. This entailed looking through 4 design books with like 50 to 100 pages each! Seriously. So I narrowed it down by damask style and finally just had to point at one.
Second, font style. Why do they give you 26 different fonts with other people's names in them? How do I know what the J is going to look like, or more importantly...the 2 Z's that will now be present in my last name? We found a remedy for this decision. Jeff wanted a font that was sort of "curly" with fancy handwriting. I chose the first two and if we didn't like them, we could change it during the proof time. Then, "do you want flat or raised ink"; "sparkle or flat paper" UGH!!!!!
Third, I actually had to write what was going to be printed on the invitation. Thank you to all my girls that had sent me invites (which I saved for this purpose). I stole a little bit here and there from my favorite invite wording. AND...(be impressed) I drew my own map to the reception and it only took about an hour and a half! Yay!
Well after all was decided and the deposit was down, we got our first look at the outcome yesterday. I HATED the font I chose. The typesetter lined up some things weird, but overall I couldn't believe that I was seeing it on paper. I'm really getting married!!!! I feel like I keep forgetting and then I hit a milestone and it makes me all giddy again.
