Invitation to Insomnia

When I said that my wedding invitations were coming along, I meant that I had to design it, glue, cut and mail it. I might as well have gone to the forest and cut the darn tree down and drug it to a factory too.

Yeppers, by the time I rolled up my sleeves to get into the filth of it all, it was too late. I was advised that it would take 6 weeks for the invitations to be done. Shriek! I think I felt my panties bunch.

Anyway, after researching many invitations design ideas, I decided to make my own. I was repulsed by the virgin white lace invites with doves that house each corner of the page. Cheese Whiz! Bad, bad, bad. And the ones that are pretty hip and cool are, of course, super expensive. Ahem like $14/per invite. Yeh right! I must admit, Shane did make a good observation. “Why spend all that money for something that looks nice? It’s going to get thrown away anyway!” Shane responded with wise wizardry. This coming from the romantic that absolutely loathes advertised holidays cough Valentines cough.

He has a valid point. I could care less, if I received an invite that was embossed in Royal Times New Roman 12 font in the shade of sparkling champagne pink packaged with dehydrated rose confetti. I suspect that this is an elementary crime of being a female. We want things just “so.” Perfection is expensive. For example, Mani-Pedi(s) are furnished for womans’ own personal gloat. The only people that notice nails are other woman, well and gay men. The only time I cringe is when my chipped frankenstein nails will be seen by my girlfriends that are keen on the polish fad. Let’s face it men are walking zombies. If I shaved my head today, Shane would be like, “Why do you look different today?”

For as much as I enjoy exercising my creativity, invitations is what it is. It's a piece of information that provides the festivities participants, location and time. It shouldn’t cost a month’s rent. Furthermore, it shouldn't be treated like a bar mitzvah either.

On that note, this is Shellie relishing the benefits of this paper mache facial back to you bob in the studio!