The invitations are done!
Printed…across the street at an antique print shop, the owners being friends of the bride’s family.
Addressed…in Spencerian script by the Maid of Honor and the bride’s sister-in-law.
Folded, stuffed, and stamped, and carefully checked off the list by the bride’s mother and brother.
Tonight we visit the church and reception location to get info on set up and break down for the wedding. Tomorrow we head back to the Tuxedo shop to finalize the order. Friday I visit my flower source to begin selections for the bouquets. All is going well, and we are still having fun. 🙂
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