Let me just start by saying that I love a man with power tools just as much as the next person. Maybe even more.
Just so you know.
We got our invitations from the printer on Friday.
I will definitely take pics to post. I have to say, these invitations are really cool. I feel like I can say this because Maria designed them. I can't take any credit.
Each invitation is three layers, like a little booklet. To bind them, you need to poke holes and then sew thread through.
I paid for the design and printing, knowing that I could put them together nicely with the help of a couple friends.
Friday night I devoted to hole punching. I don't know if you've ever punched little holes into three layers of card stock? Two holes per invitation, 80 invitations, so. . .160 holes?
I have a great one-hole punch. It's strong and works well. (And yes, I realize how dorky that just sounded. I have a great one-hole punch? I carried a watermelon.)
But anyway. Much lining up of the cards. Much precise hole punching. Super tedious.
Nick was out of town when the invitations arrived, and so when we were talking that evening I told him about the hole-punching task that lay ahead of me.
"Sweetie! You don't need to do that. I know a much better way to do this!"
To clamp them all together. And then drill though them. He has a great power drill! It would be so quick! He could use a small bit! Two holes drilled and then done! So much time saved!
Drill holes. Through our wedding invitations.
Because, just, no.