Like the red chair, my website is also on the clock. I've given myself until the date of our departure for Montpellier to finish it, an activity I've resisted but think finally ripe for the plucking--if only because I'm in need of a creative, if somewhat mindless, anchor in the search for new things.
While it gives some satisfaction, the selection of fonts is particularly painful. It's as if one has to sum themself up in the simple sway or stop of a capital G. Good morning (Arial). Good morning (Some delicate script). Which would you rather wake up to?
And then there's everything else. Like the rather 70s 7-11 vibe one finds in Braggadocio. In some ways it's silly.
None of these are me.
In the meantime, I offer a link to the website of one of my oldest friends, whose font selection is beyond reproach. I'll keep you posted as I choose my letter.
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