Showing posts with label Wedding invitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedding invitation. Show all posts

Friday, April 29, 2011

Royal Schmoyal

First things first......Happy 500th post to me!  Were I cool and all bloggy suave there would be giveaways or something.  But, I'm neither cool or suave, so ya get just me.

Apparently there was a royal wedding in the middle of the night.

Meh......

Instead, I'm bringing you quite possibly the coolest, most innovative wedding invitation EVER made.  And also one of the prettiest couples ever born.

Of course they're related to me, because I'm surrounded by brilliance and gorgeousness, if nothing else.  tee hee

This wedding invitation belongs to my cousin Merek and his wife Brittney.  They are SUPER artsy, both photographers and way cool.  It doesn't hurt that Mereks mom (coolest Aunt I have) created Scrapbook.com and is herself rather brilliantly artsy.

So, here ya go, a truly "royal" couple:

Yep, it's a wee little book.
It came in a handmade envelope, hand stamped address upon it.

Artsy, brooding.
SUPER happy, I promise.

These wee bookmarks were also handstamped on the back with info.

Mmm hmm, that is in French.
Their first kiss was in France, at the Eiffle Tower, or something totally non-romantical like that.

Click on the pic.  It's their story.
So cute!

What a cute pic.
Their reception was in this most magical and enchanted garden with the most flowers and twinkling lights I've ever seen.
I'm only slightly bitter that I couldn't find anymore pictures of it to show you.

And off they went, happily ever after, into the sunset.

If this tells you anything about these two....they went straight from their reception to a Mumford & Sons Concert (don't worry, I don't know who they are either).  Their honeymoon is in a few weeks, to, where else....Europe.

Now THAT'S royal.

Speaking of, here's a shot of MY royal kiddlets before we went to the reception that night:

Why yes, those are tattoos.
What ISN'T royal about a few tatts on toddlers?
Maggie may or may not have danced the entire night away.  She was so immersed in the dancing that my parents had to bring her home, because leaving with me would have caused her to die, JUST DIE!