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Invitations

Since the beginning of the wedding planning process, I’ve maintained that we would do the invitations ourselves. It’s not because I’m too cheap to shell out many hundreds of dollars to the wedding invitation industry in order to achieve cookie-cut elegance. No, it’s distaste at the prospect of outsourcing every aspect of a marked event in my life. And since I can’t sew elaborate dresses, bake big cakes, play the harp, or take pictures of myself, I’ll take a crack at the invitations.

This determination causes surprised gasps of horror, so I hasten to assure that nice paper, eyelets, ribbons, and Adobe Illustrator are involved. Today Mr. Pinault and I spent hours planning the design and taking trips #3 and #4 to the local paper and craft store. There were a lot of issues with which to contend, as well as several heated discussions, periodic stony silences, and even a few tears. It’s going way better than I expected.

The current and nearly final design is, um, original. Not quite unconventional — we’ve adhered to the major wording conventions — but the layout may cause a few raised eyebrows. I’m not worried, because we plan to tell the American guests, “That’s how invitations are done in France.” And we plan to tell the French guests, “That’s how invitations are done in America.”

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