Invitations

It seems that lately anything will send me into a state of panic. Two weeks ago, for example, it was our invitations that had me spazzing out.

I had heard far too many post office horror stories, gruesome tales of mangled envelopes, missing invitations, and other misfortunes, and it was with great trepidation that I handed over my beloved, handmade invites to the rude post-office lady.

Call me crazy—Mr. Unicorn certainly does—but I went out of my way to hand-deliver the majority of the invitations. I figured that was the only way I could be absolutely certain that the invitations arrived at their destinations safe and sound.

Of course, I came up with this brilliant plan AFTER I’d spent quite a chunk of money on postage. The conversation with Mr. Unicorn went something like this:

Me: I’ll deliver these to the neighbors. You deliver these to your co-workers. And we’ll minimize the potential for damage to our precious invitations!

Mr. Unicorn: Can I ask why you bothered with postage then?

Me: …well it makes the invitations look pretty…

Mr. Unicorn: Give me your credit card. You just lost credit card privileges.

Me: But I need to order paper straws and mason jars!!!

Mr. Unicorn: -facepalm-

To be entirely honest, I think I would have splurged on stamps regardless.

When I send out all the invitations, I’ll do a full invitation reveal. Until then, I’ll leave you with this sneak-peek.

Back of the envelope featuring Mr. Unicorn's and my silhouettes. -Personal photo

Front of the envelope with the pretty, if somewhat pointless, postage stamp. -Personal photo

Any other USPS horror stories out there? Am I crazy for putting postage on hand-delivered invitations?