Hear ye! Hear ye!

After hours of sweating over yards of ecru, tons of bamboo, reams of recycled symbols, tri-folds and bi-folds, inserts and thermography and after countless arguments, tears and threatened break-ups, we've finally done it. We've chosen the vehicle through which we will endeavor to convince friends, family, co-workers and the once were friends and are now are more acquaintances to our wedding. It was a struggle, and in the end, Arthur's idea won out. If you think you might be one of those who shall receive some such petition from us, I would like to offer one piece of advice, beware the trumpeters.



Nah. I was just trying to make buying invitations sound dramatic. It wasn't. We just looked on-line, ordered a few samples and then made a relatively painless decision. At least, I think it was pretty painless. Most of my big decision making is filled with a certain amount of angst and anything less than that is like winning the lottery. In other words, Arthur might disagree as to whether or not it was easy. We did sift through the verbiage for the invitation, as well as the response cards. I find that if I do the initial research and then present Author with my top ten choices, it makes things easier for both of us. Except of course, when he doesn't choose the right one.

In any event, we went through costco invitations. The same invitations at other, more popular invitation sites were over $100 more expensive. So I am please. They are simple and elegant. Sort of like us. Well, the simple part at least.

These are not our invitations.