Well, well and freaking well – this invitation didn’t so much smack the taste out of our mouths. It ran up to us and did a flying head butt to the face and poked us in our eyes at the same time. This invitation be sick! Seriously, this invite is sicker than having smallpox and bubonic plague at the same time. And the execution we frigging love!
This brilliant invitation called upon the guests (yup those liggers who are coming to hang out, drink poor man’s champagne (cava), and eat free food) do a little work and make the pretty paper prettier. Although the invitations gave rough instructions it was ultimately up to the wedding guest how they decided to pimp their invitation. In this case, the leftover circles could be used as confetti on the big day.
We said it before, and we will say it again… sick! Heart palpations, nausea, and design headache caused by La Caja De Tipos.
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I'm the big kahuna with the whole shebang. Amma = Idiot + Savant. Also known as Ams, Amsy, and less frequently Adjubi . Nice to make your acquaintance. I write in the first, second, third and sometimes disembodied person (Bet it will confuse the life out of you).