One of the primary missions of my recent trip to Seattle (aside from spending some quality time with my family) was working on our wedding paper products. Early on, I had a little fantasy that my dad would contribute some of his art to the wedding project. When I was a child, there were few things I loved more than watching him draw. He could draw any person, place, or thing I could think of, and I would exclaim over what I liked and loudly protest what I didn't. During family vacations, then and still now, my dad sits at the picnic table with his art supplies and illustrates our adventures of the day. I've always been tickled that I have a cartoon character that is me, even if the portrayal hasn't always been the most flattering (ahem).Above is an image of our save-the-date postcard. I had asked my dad to draw a colorful picture of fall trees, with a relatively simple design. I confess part of me felt like a kid on vacation again watching him experiment with different ideas. He created the image of the trees with fountain pen and water colors, and my task mistress stepmother called us throughout the day from work to make sure that we were actually working on the invites and not goofing off (we worked out a balance). Later, my tech maven brother scanned the final design and helped me get the text sorted out, and my sister-in-law, a wedding planner in the making, gave final design approval.
Adam and I are sending these save-the-dates to our out-of-town family and friends so that they can make their travel arrangements in good time. The neurotic in me with the color-coded Outlook calendar and items scheduled eight months in advance appreciates this new nuptial tradition, but I confess to dreading trying to maintain neat handwriting on the addresses. Thankfully, Adam's mother has generously offered to help me address the postcards this weekend. Whew!
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