Stamping my way to marital bliss

I love stamps.

There I said it. It all began in University when I found a self-inking heart stamp with my name on it, that never happens. Ok, that rarely happens. It was downhill from there.

After I got engaged, I decided to look for a thank-you stamp, surely I would need that AND I could make my own thank-you cards. What I found was much more exciting and admittedly perhaps I went a little overboard in the stamp department.

I found 2 amazing artists on Etsy who made hand-carve portrait stamps. We (by we, I mean me) decided to ordered them, they would be perfect for invite-like things.

First I made engagement party invites.

All we had to do was send a photo and money (of course) to Dear You From Kozue 

And she sent a sketch for us to approve before she started carving away.

Once the stamp arrived, David & I began stamping away - stamping, stamping and even more stamping. Stamp stamp stamp stamp - you get the idea.

The engagement party invites proved to be a big hit, so much in fact that we decided to try our luck at incorporating some stamping action into our Save the Dates. I am sure all David could think was, "God, more stamping?"

This time we used a custom portrait stamp AND an address stamp. The address stamp is the perfect in between option, more whimsical than plain labels but far far far more affordable than hand written calligraphy (who has money for that anyways?). We plan to get as much use out of this address stamp as we can because once we move it's basically useless. Cute but useless.

Second portrait stamp was from: Lilimandrill 

Address stamp was from: Primele 

Same rules applied, we supplied a photo and cash and they supplied a sketch for our approval.

Once both the portrait stamp and the address stamp arrived we started planning how we were going to use them. 

First we designed the Save the Date card.

DD/MM/YYYY - I live in Canada eh!

Then I armed David with an x-acto knife and a glue stick!

We were happy to finally get them all mailed out. David is already dreading what I have in store for our actual wedding invites. He should probably be afraid.