Recently the formal invitation has been on the decline in my world. I imagine this is true across the developed world. It used to be that lovely invitations would arrive via regular mail, and there would be actual anticipation of getting the seal broken to feast your eyes on the invite. Now, it seems that the only people getting these embellished cards are celebrities. We mere mortals are relegated to the land of emailed invites, and I am strongly opposed to this demise.

If I could make one wish this year and see it fulfilled, it would be to see the return of the cardstock invitation. I want to live in a world that involves linen, raised calligraphy and hand painted art. Where I pick up my physical mail and come across an envelope that stands apart from the rest because my name is written in glitter ink, and the texture of the envelope is luxurious against my fingertips. And when I pull out the invitation sequins might fall out as I unfold the layer of tissue paper. Oh to be parted from those moments is such sweet sorrow to me. Join me, in a fight to revive the formal invitation.