In complete juxtaposition to yesterday’s post (because we’re nothing if not contrary), I’ve chosen today to tell you about why we had ’details’ at our wedding, and about one in particular which I’ve been asked about a few times, and finally realised that I should show you the pictures of.
Be warned. It is not beautiful. It is not hugely aesthetically pleasing. But it worked for us. It allowed us to inject some of our personality into the day, without feeling like we were just doing these things for the sake of it, because you *should* have details at a wedding. And that for me is the crux of it. If you want details, be they favours or escort cards or bunting or cupcakes, then go ahead and do it and make them you. Except not TOO you – I mean, if they were really about ‘us’ and what we do on a general day, they would probably involve some home cooked food which didn’t work out that well, something relating to pyjamas, some cat hair, and some gin, because that is pretty much what our life is like on a daily basis, but I’m pretty sure wouldn’t go down that well at a wedding (although if that’s what you want to do, please do it, and send me pictures?). But apart from those things, we’re both big readers, and I in particular have a bit of a ‘thing’ for books.
I can’t let books go. I *know* that they’re just books, but I build up such a relationship with them as I read them, that to then give them to someone else feels like some sort of infidelity. Like someone else picking up and reading the books would be somehow taking my place in that relationship. I know. But anyway, I have an ever growing collection of books. When we moved to Russia, I brought three boxes of ‘things’ with me. Two and a half of those boxes were of books that I insisted that I couldn’t live without. I’m pretty sure that when we leave, there will be at least double that, and that Andy will lose the argument that we will no doubt have when he suggests that maybe we don’t need to take them *all* back to the UK. I know. I have a problem. All of our friends and family are aware of this problem. (On that note, instead of a gift list, we asked everyone to pick out a favourite book, or a book that they thought we might like, which worked AWESOMELY. We had so many beautiful and meaningful books and for us, it was so much more practical than a standard gift list. Carrying a breadmaker in your hand luggage back to Russia just isn’t that doable, but bringing the next batch of books back each time? Totally practical AND enjoyable.)
But back to what I was supposed to be talking about in the first place.This particular ‘detail’ was one of the many that I used you guys to help me with. Being chronically ‘creatively challenged’ meant that I relied on all of you lot to be my creative side. So when I put out a cry for help about what to do with my vintage Penguin book cover postcards (which I’d bought on impulse with no idea what I could use them for) you all came up trumps. In fact, anyone looking for inspiration for displaying escort cards should check the comments on that page out. You guys are a seriously wonderful and creative bunch.
This isn’t going to be a ‘how-to’ post, because to be honest, I’m pretty sure you can work out what I did. It involved stacking lovely old books upside down in a vintage suitcase, and sticking the postcards in in alphabetical order. That was it.
I will mention though that a lot of fun was had deciding who got which book cover.
And with that, I give you the finished article…
Oh oh….I just realised I have something useful to say. I was really worried that escort cards might not work so well in the UK because not many people would have heard of them. Pish. They worked absolutely beautifully. Just make sure they’re in a prominent place, and have a little sign outlining what people need to do (it’s really not that hard – take the card with your name on it, your table number is at the bottom, even us British can cope with that), and Bob’s your uncle.
Also? People loved it. It was something different, and it was a talking point – everywhere I looked people were showing each other their postcards, and I know that several are pinned to people’s fridges or propped up on mantle pieces even now. Which is more than can be said for some ‘favours’ isn’t it.
Win on all fronts I’d say.