A slightly epic post I’m afraid, but here they are.
Drum roll please…

I had big DIY plans for our wedding invitations. I’d gathered all the inspiration and picked out the materials, a friend had even produced the hand drawn artwork, when, some time back in June/July, I realised I just couldn’t handle crafting my own wedding invitations on top of juggling a dissertation, part time job and motherhood.
Yes, even I have my limits.

Around the same time, I stumbled across LetterboxInk on Etsy. I instantly fell in love with the work of US based graphic designer Laura Nehls and quickly set about placing an order for the vintage ticket wedding invitation. I was particularly taken with the way the RSVP tears off, just like a real ticket.

The design process was fairly straightforward, and not hindered at all by the great distance between us. Mr. LA and I selected the text for the invitations and picked out all the fonts and colours. We also provided Laura with a regular map of the venue which she was able to turn into the beauty you see in the top right-hand corner. Various proofs were emailed over to us and once we had given her the go ahead, Laura had our design printed and shipped.

However, it was not all rainbows and unicorns people. Certainly not. I learnt two very difficult lessons while selecting, ordering and mailing our wedding invitations. The first was this:

Despite having the online proof checked by 4 other people aside from myself and the Mr, we managed to miss a spelling mistake in the directions printed on the back of the invitation. I can laugh about it now, but when I spotted the error, having first ripped open the beautifully packaged parcel and excitedly poured over the beautiful paper goods it contained, my heart sank.

There were tears.

I may even have kicked a chair.

And said the F word.

Just a little. {OK. A lot}.

But hey, you live and learn I guess. God knows I won’t make the same mistake next time I get married 😉

We could have sent the invitations out typo and all, but in the end we decided it was worth re-ordering that part of the bundle. Laura was happy to oblige, and the second package arrived just as speedily as the first.

My advice to anyone ordering invitations in this manner would be to, wherever possible, print a copy of the design proof. While we all missed the spelling mistake when viewed on screen, it jumped out at me from the paper within seconds of casting my eyes over them.

Oh well. *sigh*

The only addition we made to the invitations was a Moo Minicard with our gift list information printed on the reverse. The front features a black and white image of Gregory Peck {swoon} in front of the Pinewood Studios sign that I pilfered from the Internet. I think I paid around £10 for 100 of these. They’re miniatureness {yes, that is a word} pleases me no end.

As you know, once envelopes had been stuffed and stamps adhered, I skipped along to the post office, my entire being overflowing with glee, and mailed these beauties to our 100+ guests. Here lies the second lesson learnt:

Check, and then double check, and then triple check that you have paid the correct postage on your wedding invitations. 

I’m not a complete imbecile. This thought had occurred to me. When I visited my local post office to lay down a considerable amount of money on stamps I had enquired as to whether a second class stamp would be sufficient. The nice lady sat behind the desk pushed one of our envelopes through the slotty thing {I *think* that’s the technical term} she had stashed beside her till and told me it would be fine. She did not, at any point, check the length of our invitations.

Alas, a week or so later, guests began to inform me they had received those cards that tell you to collect an item that has been mailed with insufficient postage.

Turns out our invitations are literally milimetres over the maximum allowance for second class post and should, therefore, have had a large letter stamp. It’s barely visible to the naked eye but, as the manager of my local post office has since informed me, the member of staff should have checked it against their measury thing {again, a technical term}. He also told me that, and I quote, ‘someone at Royal Mail needs to get a life’! The discrepancy is minimal, and it’s so obviously a wedding invitation, that you’d think that, well, someone would have a heart, just maybe?

My advice? Measure and weigh your invitations yourself. Check it against the figures online and then get them to check it again at the post office.

We were left with no choice but to contact every single guest to (1) apologise profusely and (2) ask them if they would mind paying the £1.22 to collect their wedding invitation. It was mortifying. And time consuming.

My story has a happy ending though. The invitations seem to have made it. Our guests have laughed and smiled and expressed their excitement, despite our postage blunder. We jokingly refer to the incident as ‘The Great Wedding Invitation Saga of 2011’. And the RSVPs have started rolling in.

All’s well that ends well I guess.

Loveaudrey xxx

PS. You would think that was it, right? Invitations DONE. But no, I’m yet to share the beautiful paper used to solicit the attendance of our evening guests. Bet you can’t wait!?

*makes mental note not to ramble so much, it’s just paper*

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