What? You want to actually be invited? FINE!

Okay, you, our demanding public. We have decided we WILL be sending out invitations after all. Fine. You twisted our arms. We'll make it official.

Sending invitations, as you may realize, was never actually in question, but our ability to get them done and not die first er...was.

In the light of day with a few hours of sleep under my belt, I realize that hey--we sent save the date cards--and peops who will make a big show out of our not getting the invitations out per bossy, rigid ettiquette de rigeur--probably shouldn't come anyway. But when the demons of panic wash over me in waves of inevitability at night when I am tired of unpacking and scheduling and such as that: the invitation ordeal makes my heart beat rapidly and my palms sweat. In general, I don't subscribe to the whole "anyone who doesn't plan a wedding a million years out is insane and stupid and irresponsible to the bridal community" (ha! a community of saboteurs), but for peace of mind's sake if you're a freaky perfectionist who drolls over a nice font and a well turned-out piece of heavyweight cardstock: PLEASE, get your invitations done early.

Of course, I actually had set out rather early to do invitations, but was foiled. While I don't give so much of a hoot about my dress, paper and art and lovely words are of great importance in my life. Somehow though, this all managed to slip through the cracks (as has the book I was reading before we moved--where are you?!). In any event, the invitations are happening officially thanks to Lufkin Printing Company, salvaged silkscreen and some lengthy discussions regarding perspective with Matt. Expect them in the mail...err, sometime.

Wish you were here (it is a golden and beautiful day!),
Wed Dog