What is it about letterpress that makes me weak in the knees?
I think I feel about letterpress the way some people feel about nicotine. Totally addicted.
Which leads me to the actual reason for this post. No, I haven't taken up smoking. How gross of you to think such a thing.
I have a little announcement to make. And no I'm not pregnant. Ew! How gross of you to think that. My word, will you stop it already?
The announcement is this: We bought a letterpress. Our very own. It's traveling from Cincinnati even as I write.
That fact, the mere idea, of having my own letterpress, makes me feel like the shiz.
Today you can find me strutting my plume, feeling all artsy and crap and cleaning out the car. There are like a billion Cheerios mashed into the carpet.
Stumble It!
