As you go through life, you will experience waves of milestones and the events that come with it. I’m currently in the sweet stage of my life where my social and family circles are in the wave of all-things-baby and weddings.
I do love going to weddings because what’s not to love about it? Getting all styled up, taking tonnes of photos and humble-bragging about it on social media #goodfood #goodtimes #blessed #truelove #celebratinglove – it’s all so joyous etc. You get me, right?
So when my partner’s cousin (let’s call her Emily) got engaged, I was so happy for her and I started looking for my outfit a good six months out because I was properly excited for Emily and the big day! And even though we live in the same city, we received the invitation via traditional snail mail and everything. So fancy and I felt bad that she spent money to mail the invite, we would have been happy to just pop over to her house to pick it up.
It (the invitation) arrived in a padded postie envelope – because, protection. Inside it was a pearly white envelope was embossed with the couple’s initials and their names glossed over it with the gleaming silver fancy font with lots of curls – standard wedding invitation stuff. SQUEE! Then I saw my name on the fancily printed sticker.
THEY MISSPELT MY NAME.