Yes, but if we can't elope, we'd better get to work

This weekend brought snow, so we figured it was a perfect weekend to make coffee, sit in our PJs for longer than acceptable and get to work on our wedding invitations.  We are, after all, getting married.  Billy, like a wedding-nazi-drill-sargeant, is all: GO! GO! GO! about planning and executing.  Where I'm more about drinking wine and looking at Etsy ideas.   I feel like I accomplish a lot by printing out inspiring pictures and organizing them in a notebook entitled: Wedding Ideas.   It's a super important notebook.

What have I learned?  Hipsters put birds on things.  And mustaches.  They also stand pigeon toed in all their pictures. And have photobooths.  And wear suspenders.  Check. Check.  Annnnnnnnnd Check. 

"We could just buy one of those templates on Etsy for $25.   It would be cheap.  We could print them ourselves," Billy suggested.  

"I have everything we need to make our invitations.  We won't have to buy anything really.  It will be inexpensive and handcrafted!"  I informed him of all this in a matter of fact way, proud of myself and that fine arts degree I never, ever use. 

"You're sure?"

"Oh yeah.." 

After 4 trips to Michael's to get the exact stamp lettering we needed, the exact size cardstock, envelopes, the exact cut outs with stamp press and whatnot,  we got of there for an ultra inexpensive, super smart price of $250 total.  And this is for our teeny tiny, small gathering of a wedding we're throwing here.  This is when we started wondering if the courthouse might just be the way to go.  

But alas, we pushed through!  Saturday morning we made coffee and watched cartoons and made a family effort at stamping and assembling our handcrafted invitation.  (Final product to be revealed!)  

I cannot be happier to have a man that is all about crafting the shit out of a Saturday morning.   That said, there was no shortage of "I am so gay...." muttered after he'd say things like: "I really feel like this color will make it pop!"  Or after he'd use the scrapbooking stamp cutter.  

*For the record: there was manly beer drinking and ass grabbing later to counteract early morning activities...

Shep was super pumped to stamp.   I know Shep is serious about something when his tongue is out or he's sucking his cheeks in.  Here he looks like a bebe owl. 

We discovered God's gift to making invitations: spray glue for paper craft!  The only downside is that when you inhale it, you may sometimes hallucinate and feel light headed for 30 mins after.  Maybe that's an upside?  Depends on the crafter.... 

(We chose to glue away from children and animals)

More to come....

Like buying a dress and stuff.