In other news, more people over the age of 55 use a social networking site every day than read a newspaper (you are nearly 40, and your parents are on Facebook: discuss); rum punch fountains still exist; I am addicted to profiteroles like a bear to crack honey, and working in an advertising agency is possibly not the most tip-top place to be in a recession, particularly when 85% of the people around you didn't live through the last one and think it is all happening to someone else.
But still, now it is possible to preserve our cheese properly, thanks to Formaticum Cheese Paper, and my wedding preparations continue apace. Topic du jour: wedding invitations. ("Why are we sending out wedding invitations?", mutters the pathologist I am to marry; " everyone knows when it is").
We will do them nonetheless; it makes it feel like it is happening, rather than a joke we made up whilst watching The Wire and eating $1 chocolate from the Dollorama in Boisbriand.
In my head, wedding invitations look like this:
They are engraved or thermographed onto plain white card, and come in a plain white envelope, and you word it the way these things have been worded since the Reformation. They are harder to find than you might think (if you're interested, try here); you may think they are boring, but I - I think they are very korekt, and therefore pleasing.
They are also not any of these. I am all for people being 'creative' and what-have-you, but often do I regret the casual and universal availability of design software. Still, there is something charming in the notion of a dress code that is "Neat Casual".
