After I finally manipulated a piece that wasn't supposed to be in my suite and forced it to be part of my suite, I ordered those glorious pieces of paper and had them shipped to good ol' Massachusetts. I let the box stare at me for a couple of days, and then I assembled an invite, weighed it and ordered the appropriate amount of postage.
On stamp arrival day, I began plugging away. Yes, I am hand-addressing all of these bad boys, because yes, I am crazy. I got through four invitations, made two mistakes (which also means you ruin two envelopes), and suddenly realized why people gladly spend hundreds of dollars on calligraphers. I packed up shop that night feeling quite defeated, once again, by these pesky pieces of paper.
I am happy to report that since day one of addressing, things have improved. That being said, hand-addressing takes a lot of time. I mean, if you can address more than 20 invites in one night without your hand cursing you or your fingers bleeding, you're my hero. I am on a strict schedule to address at least 18 per night to get these in the mail on time. So if you could say a prayer for both my fingers and my sanity, it would be much appreciated.