These invites are awesome.
Vicky and I didn't want to send some invites we'd just picked up at the local newspower. Those invites are uninspiring flimflam. Considering we have spent a lot of time thinking about the other aspects of the wedding, why should we skimp on the invitations? We shouldn't, that's why!
Instead, we bought a lot of art postcards. I slaved away over a hot laptop to write some guff about awesome it would be if the invited came to our wedding. Vicky provided sage editorial advice to improve them and reign in my hyperbole (note that she does no such thing for this world's-greatest blog!). We printed the agreed-upon words out on fancy paper and stuck it to the back of the postcards with expensive glue. We did the same for the RSVPs, except that those were Penguin Books covers postcards and we left some room for the guests to write about how awesome the invites are or draw pictures of wedding mongooses - whatever took their fancy. Some lucky recipients also had their invites stamped with delightful images of dirt, lint and dustbunnies. We tied the whole lot up with string because people love that sort of interactivity, don't they? Who doesn't? Of course they do.
Each card - both invite and RSVP - was lovingly hand-selected for each recipient. I like to think it's that little personal touch, like a bespoke tailor, that will separate us from our wedding competitors (on the off chance that any jerks try to have a wedding on the same day).
Thus, we sent out invites that are perfect for/from us. We both like postcards (I enjoy making snooping postpersons feel uncomfortable and once courted Vicky with a series of postcards, ordered to tell a story, in the weeks leading up to her birthday). We both like art and books. I like the opportunity to showcase my wordy tomfoolery, rather than conform to pre-printed "standards" of "acceptability". What more can the public want?
Speaking of words, you may note that although there are a lot of them on each invite, they don't actually inform all that much. Thanks to the age of digital wizardry, they don't have to. Each invite also refers invitees to our stellar "wedsite", which includes much more useful information than any traditional invite could hold (also more words!). If you are one of the chosen, go check it out. Your invites have the login and password.
Man, I wish I were invited to my own wedding so awesomely.
At least the Penguins came in a nice box, so we can put all the RSVPs back in and flick through lovingly in our twilight years. This is a marriage that thinks ahead.
