Wedding Invitation Disasters! Who Had 'Em?

Welcome to Pop The Question, a weekly space to dissect every aspect of wedding madness. Each Tuesday, we’ll ask a question (sometimes there might even be a poll!), you’ll share answers and stories, and then we’ll bring you the best of the bunch on Thursdays. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll fly into a total rage over something that doesn’t actually matter … it will be just like your wedding day.

A Dallas woman has been all over the news for bridezilla-ing out over doilies, of all things.

Natalie DeGraffenreid is in a tussle with stationer Art by Ellie because the wedding invitations she ordered with a doily motif were not delivered to her as expected. The company ran out of the doily style Ms. DeGraffenreid selected, and swapped in what they felt was an acceptable alternative.

Ms. DeGraffenreid did not agree. She is threatening legal action against the company.

Can you top her tale of woe? Because this week, we want to hear your wedding invitation disaster stories! Let’s go ahead and include engagement party, bridal shower, bridesmaid’s luncheon, and bachelorette party invites to the mix too. Why not?!

Also this gives me a good excuse to share drnsain’s story from last week’s PTQ about the Marvins who ruined your weddings.

I had a big hand in planning my sister’s wedding reception – my sister had a destination elopement of just her and Mr. Groom, with a small reception when they got back to town.

The Marvin in question was the groom as he forgot to mail the invitations and we found out a week before the reception. Cue to my sister and I working 48 hours straight making new invites from scratch and calling everyone to let them know. So the guest list shrinks from about 80 to 30, with 20 of them being me and all my high school friends. My sister is five years older than me, and we were ranging from age 17-18.

And we (my friends and I ) dressed up to the nines – but my brother in law showed up to the reception in jeans, so did most of 5 people who showed up who weren’t my friends – 5 others didn’t bother making it at all. We had a few people show up in pajamas for the free and over abundant food for 80 people (the rented hall was in my sister’s apartment building – it was a low-budget do).

Awkward part of the night: A few of the midnight pajama crashers and the grooms’ own friends confused my very dashing and handsome best friend as the groom and congratulated him and my sister on their wedding.

Not so awkward part of the night: My best friends having a lamb chop eat-off – I think they single-handedly managed to finish a 100 of them.

We’ll gather back here on Thursday to cringe over your best stories and then soothe our tattered nerves with a lamb chop eat-off.