Here it is, an invitation to Ollie's third birthday party. (That's right, in less than two weeks he'll be three.) Yet again, the invitation has been weeks in the making. Weeks of procrastinating (not because we've been sitting around doing nothing, mind), then all the indecision over whether to do this or that, then finally deciding on a design and then agonising over colours, fonts, whether the trucks should be solid colour or whether we should use scans of fabric swatches.
In the end, I'm really happy with the simplicity of the final design: Three (his age), trucks (his favourite thing) in red, yellow and green (he loves traffic lights too). We also went for both solid colour and fabric swatches, and it will be pot luck as to who gets which one. I'll email a .jpeg to a few people, but most will get a little card in the mail, because as much as I want to be green, I can't resist the sweetness of sending little invitations addressed to the little people in my son's life. Little people that he's known since the day he was born.
I have been thinking for a while now that it might be nice to frame the little invitations that we've made for the boys' birthdays, maybe in a couple of years' time when they have a few behind them. This lovely lady beat me to it, but her post reminded me that I want to do it, and it's the reason I've kept copies of the sweet little cards that both Will and I have laboured over. The post also reminded me that I used the exact same design for Ollie's first birthday that she used for her daughter's first and it was her quilt that inspired me to make one just like it for Ollie and then another similar one for Max (finished, no less, a post on that soon). Since then though, I've become less of an ideas thief and a bit more original with my creative efforts, although I still take inspiration from the many blogs I read and I still love Sharilyn's blog.
I don't know what my little boys will think of these invitations and their quilts and the parties and the other little things we make and do for them. I wonder whether they will even notice that their mum and dad tried so hard to make their birthdays a little more special and personal, but I hope they will. Not because I want thanks or recognition for any of it, but because I want them to know they are my everything, I would do anything for them, and by putting my all into their lives, it fulfils me. Maybe they will be inspired to do the same for their kids because while it seems like hard work, there's nothing like feeling the way you do when you do your best.