I was a little late to the look-at-me-I-am-Stephanie-Klein party. (Very late now, given that this post I actually wrote a year ago on an old blog...)
Steph blogs about her life. Her blogs are a lot like Sex & the City episodes. Not as charming and a bit rip-off-ish, but whatever. Her blog gets a ton of hits, as I understand it, and her fans are cheery women who respond to Stephanie with the usual you-go-girl fawning that you'd expect. Her detractors, well, you can guess what they are about. They pretty much think Stephanie is just whoring her life out to get a book deal and all that. Which she's done.
Good for her. I mean it.
But here is really the only thing I have the time, interest, or inclination to criticize on her blog. It's the entry describing the scrapbook that her fiance, whom Steph pretentiously and annoyingly calls The Suitor, made for her.
AMERICA. YOU ARE ON NOTICE.
No more scrapbooking. Doesn't Stephanie find it a little creepy that her man spent time with craft glue and fancy parchment and cut pieces with little ric-rac shaped scissors and assembled this saccharine ode to her?
Maybe this is less about Stephanie and the photo-corner-weilding Suitor as it is my disdain for people attempting homey creations when something more elegant might exist to express your love and tenderness. Like jewelry. Or maybe a Katy Grannan monograph (ok, *I'd* like that and that may be be a minority position in these matters).
NO MORE CRAFTING. And for the love of god, PLEASE, no more homemade wedding invitations. This is what the fine art of engraving is for. Too broke for that (I know I am...)? Then go ahead and fire up the ol' Mac and print out something elegant. But if I receive another card with different pieces of robin's egg blue, baby pink, and chocolate paper glued together with grommets or ribbon affixed to an invititation, I am seriously marking it "Return to Sender."
This is life. We're not at summer camp. Put the scissors down. Back away from the craft glue. And if someone creates for you a tender handmade scrapbook for your 30th birthday, kindly thank them for this sweet but misguided jesture. But don't post it on your blog. You'll only shame your Suitor. And yourself.
Greek Tragedy - Stephanie Klein
Oh, and while we are on the topic, I need more than one hand to count the number of shower invitations I have received in the past year with "So and so is registered at ______." Are you serious? Do you really have so little faith that I will come with a gift that you have to violate the one rule of invitation ettiquette that I actually know? That one really bothers me.
Any etiquette horror stories from you guys? I want to collect them all and see who has the worst...