I spent a large part of last weekend working on my best friend’s wedding invitations. She had the basic design figured out when I arrived Friday evening, and by 11pm Sunday night we had ribbons cut and glued, hundreds of pieces of paper trimmed and stuffed into envelopes, and at least 100 labels adhered to envelopes.
We went through countless X-acto blades, several rolls of double-sided adhesive (that stuff is COOL!), and more paper than I care to reveal. The best part was spending so much time with my best friend — who is also a graphic designer. She’s living with her sister right now and SHE’S a designer too, so we had some awesome conversations that wouldn’t be interesting to anyone but another designer.
Something I find that also happens with writing.
It’s strange how you could be sitting next to someone for hours (like on a plane) and suddenly you realize that person is also a writer and it’s like a switch has been flipped. That happened to me once in Mexico when Ibis and I went out with a couple who were staying at the hotel where he worked. I didn’t realize until we were saying goodbye that the wife is a writer, and as we chatted at warp speed I heard her husband tell Ibis “We could be here awhile. They just discovered they both write.”
And we were.
I’m sure this happens no matter what field of study you may occupy your time with, but since writing and design are the only specialities I know, those connections feel… well… special. I love being able to talk about my passions without having to explain every little thing and seeing that relief in the other person’s eyes as well. Like we both know a secret and only we know the intricate handshake that gets us past the velvet rope. Or hidden entrance. Or yellow tape.
Have you had a connection like that recently?