Saturday, June 11, 2011

Invitations: Meghan and Daniel

SO. How long has it been since I posted some wedding invitations? About a million years. That's an exaggeration, but I know you brides, future brides, and wedding paper enthusiasts are so bored with my blog right now because I've been holding out on the good stuff! Well I'm holding out no more! Here you have your next wedding set: Meghan and Daniel!

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When I was planning our wedding, I thought I would stay away from pink. I've never been really into pink, plus I thought it would be nicer to the groomsmen to not have to wear pink ties, or pink vests, or pink flowers, whatever. If I'm being completely honest, I saw about one whole episode of that series where the first Bachelorette was planning her wedding... remember Trista? I happened to see the episode where she had a total meltdown with her wedding planner about how she really, desperately wanted everything to be pink. Here's the proof:



I watched her pitch a giant baby girl fit over the color pink, and in my mind that day I swore to myself, when I got married, I would NOT BE HER. So pink, for me, was never an option.

All this to say, I'm a changed woman. I don't know what exactly happened. I don't know if it was the perfect bouquet of blush ranunculus and pink peonies, or maybe some delightful Vera Wang confection of chiffon in a hazy rose... but one day I realized: what's not to love? So, when Meghan told me that her priorities with these invitations included three things: simple, pink, and lilies of the valley - my heart leapt with excitement and I got to work!

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This set ended up feeling very polished for two reasons: we mounted the invitation on a coordinating sheet of Envelopments (tourmaline pink) paper, and the bride requested double envelopes. Double envelopes are quickly becoming a thing of the past, and a lot of people have some misunderstandings about them, so let's have a chat!

Double envelopes were originally used way back when mail was delivered by horse. The post would come to a home, a person from the house staff would accept the mail, and rip off the frequently dirty outer envelope. Then, they would present the undisturbed mail in the fresh envelope to the master of the house. So, as you can see, these days inner envelopes aren't really a necessity. They can be useful for specifying who the invitation actually includes when sending to a household. For example, you may put "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, address" on the outer envelope, then specify "John and Jan" on the inner envelope. This is a way to be more personal with the invite, and also show that perhaps Johnny and Jan shouldn't bring Baby Bonnie, you feel me?

However, I meet many brides who heard from an aunt or friend that not using an inner envelope is "tacky." This is untrue. From a conservationists standpoint, it is a horrible waste of paper. From a traditionalists standpoint, it's a charming fixture in tradition that is worth keeping. Either way, it's your choice. The big picture is that your invitation will still get mailed, the envelopes will still be opened and tossed in the garbage. I like to spend more time and attention on the pieces that get pinned up and put in frames. I can't say it isn't nice to get a properly dressed piece of mail - kind of like it's nice to see a guy in a tuxedo every once in a while. Like I said, it just depends on your personality. Back to the invitations!

After perusing many images of lilies of the valley, I realized that doing them "cute" or "graphic" just doesn't work. They are a delicate flower with beautiful lines... something that begs to be etched or pencil-drawn like an old French botanical. Once I got the word French stuck in my head, all other ideas were useless. Here's a close up of the thank-you notes and some little favor tags:

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I also designed and printed the rehearsal dinner invitations along with the set to save time and cost - but that meant we had to keep the same ink colors. We used more of the black and a much more masculine feel, which the groom's mother and I decided was appropriate since they were being sent from the groom's family.

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We also did black-and-white square programs mounted on wooden handles to be used as fans. I didn't save any of them for myself, but maybe I will get a few pictures from the couple after the event to share later!

I think in all, the invitations are feminine and classic, delicate and detailed. I could see this same idea translating very well to an array of colors or floral subjects... although NOW I'm partial to the pink!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Summer Storms (and Stress)

Hello. Yes, I am sorry. Yes, it has been far too long since my last post. Yes, I am ashamed. Yes, I have a few pretty decent excuses. No, that doesn't make it right. My deepest apologies.

Here are a few things to know:

About three weeks ago, I was working ouside on a blanket, in my beautful sunny Florida backyard, by my very cheery pond and fountain. I had Biggie, my laptop, and a bowl of Marti's Pimento Cheese - it was bliss. I went in on the porch for a moment to... well, to help cut my roommates hair... and a few minutes later I heard Collin yell from the yard, "Hey, I think it's raining!" I looked out five feet in front of me and saw no clouds, no rain. Still sunshine. I thought to myself, it must be the mist from the fountain blowing this way. A few minutes after that, Collin was running my laptop back into the house, mildly soggy. It had been raining! That tricky single rain cloud that seemed to only park on top of my blanket and keep the rest of the world sunny. Blast.

Damage control was exercised to no avail. By the morning, Biggie (just like his namesake) was dead. What a silly way to go. In two days I was leaving for Atlanta for The Not Wedding vendor rehearsal at Sun In My Belly, I figured I would sort out the computer situation there.

After a few phone calls to Apple (hanging up, and trying again to get someone friendly) I found a great buddy named John who understood my situation and had a new laptop, Adobe software, Apple care, and Microsoft Office 2011 shipped to Atlanta at the earliest possible date. My new Australian roommate/new best friend Shannon and I loaded up my Corolla and headed for the A! Here we are at Sun In My Belly (note the beautiful flower wall decorations by Amy Osaba)!

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A few days later, I recieved my new MacBook Pro, and named it appropriately: Big Poppa.

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After a little bit of computer surgery, I was able to remove the hard drive from Biggie's fried wreckage and put it in a $15 external hard drive enclosure from Fry's - voila! My old computer is now my new external hard drive! It wasn't too complicated, if I'm being honest... YouTube taught me how. Here is Big Poppa in action (up in my brother's treehouse, with my brother's dog):

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Since starting over on a new computer with new, better software, I've been working hard on a whole cast of new invitations for this wedding season. Lots of different brides, lots of different styles - but they're all unique and beautiful. I've gotten a couple of suites printed and mailed already. Expect to see formal posts on those in the VERY near future.

Meanwhile, still in Atlanta, I got a call from Collin that he got moved up in the Mets minor league system! For more clarity on that mess, please see his blog. Anyway, to me that means: we don't live in Florida anymore. We NOW live in Binghamton, NY! So, the past week has been prioritized around flying back to Florida to pack up our apartment, shoving it all in Collin's car (which he had to leave there), and driving back to Atlanta. From here, I wait until his team is back from their away-game road trip and then make the drive to our new apartment in New York (with a four-day stop in Richmond, VA). If it sounds crazy, don't worry, it is. The fantastic thing is that Big Poppa and I are a mobile team, we work wherever there is a WiFi signal. My business connections here in Atlanta are wonderful, and baseball fans, so they are on the ball with their end of the work no matter where I'm calling them from. It's a different life, sometimes challenging, but it turns out chasing your dreams can get a little complicated.

I have been able to enjoy a few fruits of the summer in Atlanta, something I dearly miss when I'm away. Pomegranates and popsicles. I went to the Laser Show. I had a fizzy lemon drink on the roof at Six Feet Under. Ah, summer...

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...but you better believe I am more than ready to escape the 100 degree weather in my new home in New York!