I am a product of the age of technology. It is a glorious age where people can ignore phone calls thanks to call waiting, shoppers can forgo harassment from perky salespeople by making purchases online, and a combination taser music player allows a young woman in a dark alley to ward off an attacker while listening to the latest Lady Gaga album. Technology leads to a better and brighter future, I’m told. This is not the case for everyone, though.
I have spent the past two hours trying to create wedding invitations in Photoshop to no avail.
My first attempt took 20 minutes and I managed to change the color of my “canvas” from white to gray using a series of carefully thought out “chalk” brush strokes.
After 30 more minutes, I managed to add some color and texture.
Then I began a search for the perfect photo to accompany the blue background. I typed the word candelabra in google and I wasn’t sure how to handle the result.
Sebastien sat down next to me on the couch and asked if he could help. I had a better idea. “Why don’t we just send everyone an email,” I said. “No picture, just basic text that gets the point across.” He didn’t respond. “Or I can just write the pertinent information on a post-it note.”
We both stared into the distance, imaging a simpler time.