This post could alternately be titled "Why I Don't Send Cards". I think I've touched on this subject in the past. I make cards, but I rarely send them. You see, if I want to send a card to someone I actually know, it has to be special. I can't send one of the 358 cards I have laying around here, no no no no, it has to be special, which means I need to make it, and, well, time just slips away, as does the event, and it just never happens.
So two friends of mine are getting married tonight (yes, I said tonight), and I've been slaving away today to get just the right card for them. When I say "slaving", I mean it in a good way. If I didn't like them so much I wouldn't bother, but ugh, I think I started 12 cards, most of which are now parts-is-parts in the trash, and I went in a totally different direction to finally come up with this:
And this is not my first iteration of this version of the card, either, but I do really like how it turned out. The background is scored, the white part of the tuxedos were cut from die-cut hearts the same size as the black ones, the left heart is on dimensional adhesive, and the sentiment is embossed. The pearls were white, just colored with a black Sharpie. That black ribbon? At least 100 years old. At least.
Oh, wait, the wedding is at 3:00, not 5:00. EEEP! Gotta run!
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