No, we weren't pretending to be thugs, we were preparing to meet the dreaded adhesive spray glue in the battle for the perfect DIY invitations. The glue is miraculously effective, but it's messy, and, as you can tell from our improvised face masks, smelly. Having never used adhesive spray for crafting, it was a bit of a risk using it to assemble our invites, but after a few minutes, we were old hats at it.
Mr. Goodlaff took charge of the glue spray, and I was quality control, setting the invite wording into the cards. The glue gets everywhere, so we had to stop every ten to fifteen invitations to wash our hands so we didn't mess up the paper and have to do even more invitations than were already necessary.
After about an hour, we were done with the adhesive spray, and happy to be rid of it. Both of us were a bit woozy from the fumes (even with the bandanna masks), but Mr. Goodlaff suffered the first of what I'm sure will be many injuries in the DIY battles leading up to our wedding day. See, he was the one doing the gluing, so he had the adhesive spray everywhere. Behold:
Mr. Goodlaff had layers upon layers of glue on his hand--he looked like a Hollywood zombie extra. His once-grey fleece jacket? Now it's a sticky white color, grabbing on to anything he rubs up against. The jacket got tossed, and Mr. Goodlaff wasn't able to peel every layer of glue off his skin. In case you're keeping count, that's adhesive glue: 2, Goodlaffs: 0.