The wedding invitations are being printed. The vendor has sent me the envelopes ahead of time so that I can get started on those. I should have them by the weekend. The actual invites should be here hopefully by the end of next week.
A while ago, my MOH offered her and the other BM's help working on them. I accepted. I told them that I wouldn't be able to tell them exactly when but to plan for this weekend and/or next. I guess that they assumed that I would bring the invitations to them. I don't want to. I don't want to have to take everything over there.
I don't live in the same state they all live in. They all live within 30 minutes of each other. I always go down to them, which to this point I've been totally okay with. But this time I don't want to. I want them to come to me. I have always envisioned sitting around with my girlfriends stuffing my invites at my house. It doesn't fit my vision to do it at their place.
I'm being a big baby. I'm being a Bridezilla. I know it but I don't want to compromise.
Jack and I will probably work on the invitations alone. Which is okay and totally fits my vision too because honestly he is my best friend anyway.
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I think that is a-okay! If it makes you feel any better, I will be addressing my save the date cards this weekend too. They just arrived today!
I don't think that's Bridezilla at all. Seriously. 495 sucks.
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