D and I have been working on our invitations for the past four days and I have one simple advice for those who still have the pleasure of trying to craft their own invitation. DON’T DO IT! It’s been a constant labour where working condition is far from the most ideal ergonomics and you don’t even get any breaks! It has a strange feeling similar to working on a last minute project back in university.
All around painful. My back hurts from sitting on the floor (because I don’t have a desk yet and our couch is coming this Saturday). I’m sure my arms will be sore tomorrow from cutting all those darn reply cards.
Everything is made and everything is designed all by yours truly while being inspected by the world’s most detail oriented, anal retentive boss of all (the bride to be whom I’ll forever have to answer to). There is no quiting here and no attitude can be had.
So as my shift in the sweatshop ends for the day, I still have to look forward to the tomorrow where the fun will never end.
*pssst* you better show if you get one of these darned invitation. I better not have worked my butt off for you not showing up!
The escape of my comfortable bed awaits.. must muster up strength to crawl to my bed…
