skirt ~ Banana Republic, thrifted
shoes ~ thrifted
earrings ~ F21
tank, bracelet ~ vintage, thrifted
however, when it comes to chris, things are different. his nickname growing up was (and still is) pokey. he is a procrastinator, and will often wait until the last minute to do things. he and i balance each other out because i want everything done now and he could care less if it gets done at all.
i had it on the calendar that i wanted to get the invites out on may 1st. i kept reminding chris to get all the addresses and kids' names, etc. that we needed to finalize our address list. and he didn't, and he didn't...so i began stalking his friends and family on facebook, emailing them and asking them random questions. luckily they all know chris, so they were probably expecting to hear from me at one point or another. needless to say, the invites didn't go out on may 1st, but i decided that the least i could do on april 30th was stuff them all into envelopes.
so i stuffed and stuffed, for two and a half hours. (who knew?) and i felt very accomplished. i then set a new date of may 7th to get the invites out. and by the 7th, we had all the addresses, names, etc., and we addressed and sealed every single invite; i felt so proud as we were doing it. as chris was putting the very last envelope on the completed pile, it hit me that i forgot to put stamps on the rsvp envelopes. it hit me hard, like a whole year of wedding planning stress hit me all at once, and i lost it. really lost it. cried for a half hour lost it. emailed my mom, sisters and mother-in-law lost it. chris rubbed my back, came up with a few ideas, and then left the room when i sobbed that i didn't want to talk about it anymore. he returned a few minutes later, i started crying again, he rubbed my back some more, and then i fell asleep.
the next morning i woke up feeling better. chris and i headed to the post office, bought a roll of stamps, cut 100 individual stamps, and with a tweezers, added a single stamp into every envelope to be sent out. one invite even got two (on accident). crisis averted, funny story to tell our guests, and we joke that if someone gets an actual stamp on their rsvp card, they will know that they were on the "b" list. (this really isn't true...but true to form, chris thought of a few more people we need to invite, so the process starts over.)
what would you have done?