budget bride: invitations

Jonathan and I have been planning our April wedding and unlike the average couple (who apparently spend $20,000 on a wedding!) we don't have much money. Okay, that was a little bit of an understatement; we don't have any money. We are both in job transitions, trying to make ends meet, and a lavish wedding just isn't on the agenda. Luckily for us, we've never cared too much about expensive things anyway.

I plan on doing lots of posts in the next few months about our wedding. Today, I wanted to share my invitations with you, which I just finished yesterday! Many brides spend a fortune on expensive stationary, envelopes, invitations, calligraphers, and more. I prefer the simplicity and heartfelt signature of a handmade invitation. Thankfully the guest list is pretty small, and I only had to make about 50 invitations.

I went shopping the weekend after Christmas and got some great deals on supplies.

Stores like Michael's and AC Moore offer printable coupons online all year around.

Don't forget to check the big box stores for basic supplies,

like card-stock and glue, the price difference can be insane!

A big pad of assorted decorative papers cost me just $5

A fifty pack of envelopes for $3

A four pack of glue sticks was just $1

The brown card-stock was only $5 at Wal-Mart

and a black ink cartridge for the printer set me back $12.

There you have it, for less than $30 I have handmade invitations for the wedding!

Plus, I have a ton of supplies leftover for decorations!

Until next time,

Angela Kelly

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