I never understood the term "wedding industry" until we started supporting it. There are a remarkable number of businesses vulturing around, waiting for the delirious couple to lose their critical faculties so they can step in with a "solution." We stopped in at a paper store yesterday while we were out wandering around in Portland, Maine. (Great town, by the way.) News Flash!!! Wedding invitations are CRAZY expensive!!!
Once you get the invitations and envelopes and RSVP cards and their envelopes and postage, we're at $1500 easy for 125 invitations. That's over twelve dollars per invitation! I'd rather buy people extra cake and liquor. And there must be some kind of law that says an invitation can consist of no fewer than seventeen pieces of paper. They look like real estate promo packages: nested envelopes, insert sleeves, pockets and gatefolds and ribbons and refrigerator magnets. Who knew that there was such a thing as a paper duvet? The last time I got an envelope with that much stuff in it, it came from the IRS.
And the motifs veer between British Royal Wedding and Jersey Shore. You've got people who spend a gajillion dollars on invitations because... well, after Poppy buys the yacht, who would notice what got spent on stationery? And you've got other people who spend a gajillion dollars on invitations because they look "classy," like a Mafia don's pinky ring.
But the main reason for our trip to Portland was to see in person the wedding rings we're ordering. They're really remarkable, our one extravagance in all this. So far, anyway.
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