Yep. Those are book cover seating cards, a circular hole punch, and a pile of paper scrap.
From punching these, which make me delightfully happy. Since this photo was taken they've been made into stickers. The *smooch* *mwah* *kisskiss* ones are for the outside of the cookie favors, and the Grandma Julia ones will go inside the boxes. Because I know I would be suspicious of a cookie whose genus and species was not immediately apparent.
Place/escort card with the envelope, which looks brown here but is actually more of a dark gold. There's a difference between place and escord cards I know, but I'm too lazy to look it up so I don't know which I have here. Everyone will be offended by their table assignment if they look for hidden meaning, but really the books we chose are our joint favorites. No subtext. (Although we did rule out David Sedaris' Naked because of the grannies.) The books we used are not necessarily the ones pictured, but the titles are the same: One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Catcher in the Rye, Cathedral, A Confederacy of Dunces, The Corrections, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, The Great Gatsby, Not the End of the World, and Where the Wild Things Are. The head table, which is headslappingly obvious (but took me until last week to a-ha) will be The Princess Bride.
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I think everyone is going to be fighting to sit at Where The Wild Things Are. These look great!
You should be doing this for a living, Julia. You're almost making me want a wedding do-over, but only if you're the doer-over-er.
Thank you! I love paper and obvious jokes, so I'm happy. thelass, you should hold your applause until after the wedding. Wasn't it you who asked what I would do if the barn went up in flames? :)
That's an easy one. You would show up with bags of marshmallows and hand-carved toasting forks. It would be beautiful and everyone would have a wonderful time.
I'm pretty sure if I were coming to the EVENTUAL WEDDING I would fight some aunt of yours in a real non-wedding-y way to sit at Where the Wild Things Are... though my fave Maurice Sendek(sp?) book is "In The Night Kitchen" where the little boy falls naked into the milk. It's wonderful, and controvercial for it's naked drawings, and I'm pretty glad my mom found it excellent enough to read to us anyway.
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