Hey, remember those…

…save-the-dates I was obsessing over?

Well, the day after my neurotic post went up, I ordered our favorites. I just couldn’t not do it, especially after all of the delightful prodding and peer pressure. You may wonder what has taken me so long to write about them, eh? They came in awhile ago, and as much as I hate saying it, well, I’m a little disappointed.

When the package arrived, I excitedly opened the USPS box [read: hacked at it with some scissors], pulled off the packing slip, saw the lovely recycled envelopes, and finally got down to the goods– the save-the-dates, all tucked safely in their little Moo packages.

I should have stopped there. Ok, not really, but this is where the story takes a turn for the worse. I pulled the cards out, and let out a little “WTF does that say?!” in my head. The text is so tiny, that even with my twenty-five-year-old eyes it’s hard to read. It was all I could do not to burst into tears right at that moment.

I didn’t, nor have I fully, let on to my parents or JP how disappointed in myself I am over this project. I put on a happy face, because gosh-darned-it I WANTED to be excited, and I am excited. But I just kept, and keep, getting bowled over by an overwhelming sense of fail. Why? Why am I so bent out of shape over all of this tiny little detail? (No pun intended). Well let me tell you…

1. I feel silly for letting such a stupid mistake happen. I was too excited, and didn’t pay enough attention to image-size to card-size ratio.  I had the proofs I made on our home printer, and thought they were fantastic, so went along with those dimensions exactly… for a totally different-sized card.
2. I know better. I should have known that having an exported jpeg printed would not produce the same results as my illustrator copy. Using the printing method we chose, there was no way around said jpeg-ing, but I should not be this surprised.
3. I let myself get carried away without allowing my OCD self to monitor and obsess over every tiny detail. This backfired.
4. Last, but not least, one of the main reasons I am so bent out of shape is because, well, I’m so bent out of shape! I hate feeling like a failure over something SO TINY and insignificant. In the big picture, THIS DOES NOT MATTER. So what if people have to hold the damned thing two inches closer to their face? This does not make me a terrible person. I need to repeat that over and over until I get it through my skull.

I guess it’s about time to show you pictures of the little devils– I’ve been putting it off for over a week… oh, and this entire post.

Looking at them, I do really think they’re pretty lovely, and I guess I’m pleased with everything, save for the TINY DAMNED TEXT. Anyway, I must not dwell on that forever; I must get over myself.

Stay tuned for how we handled the envelopes. They turned out hella sexy, if I do say so myself, even if we did have a few bumps in the road.

Did you experience any minor flubs that threw you for a loop? How did you, for lack of a better phrase, try not to “sweat the small stuff?” How did you kick your inner perfectionist to the curb?