In case you can’t tell from the sloppy appearance, our wedding invitations (like the save the date cards we sent out last year) are handmade. We wanted something that would reflect our style and be really unique, so after viewing and rejecting samples from the handful of places that make Art Deco invitations, we came up with our own design. Since February, we gradually filled the flat (and later the house) with a card-making production line, and poured into the project our blood, sweat and tears. Literally, in my case.
I should warn you, this next section includes mildly gory pictures which some viewers may find unpleasant.
Earlier in the summer, we were sitting cutting out geometric shapes and enjoying a glass or two of wine. As I had done hundreds of times before, I laid a small piece of green card down on the cutting mat, placed a metal safety ruler along the edge I wanted to trim, and ran a craft knife along it to remove any rough bits. Unfortunately, on this occasion I wasn’t paying quite enough attention and the first and second fingers of my left hand were sticking out over the edge of the ruler. The blade took a large chunk of skin off both finger tips before I even realised I’d made a mistake.
Luckily, I pulled my hand away quickly enough not to bleed on the piece of card, so we don’t have to change the wedding colours to include red.
I reacted sensibly and maturely by bursting into tears, but fortunately Dan and JTA were around and took me off to the hospital (JTA getting up from his sick bed to do so), where we waited around for four hours only to get bandaged up by the same guy who’d done my triage when I was first admitted. Ah, the NHS. It was a good thing that JTA thought to grab a stack of books as we were leaving the house. Of course, since I injured myself on a Thursday and Thursday night is date night in our household, we did share a romantic moment together under the glaring lights:
You little blunderbus you! I’ll admit I did check the invite for bloodstains…
you noob haha