I just realized I haven’t posted in over a week. I guess that’s what happens when everyone decides they want new blog designs for BlogHer. Keeps me busy and out of trouble, but also off my own blog.
And it give me some up close and personal time with my Photoshop.
I have to say it’s probably my most favorite application on my entire computer. I would cry, like seriously sob, if I ever had to give it up.
It’s an addicting application though. Dangerously addicting. There are so many little plugins and actions and brushes available for free on the internet. It’s hard not to want them all.
My biggest downfall, though, is fonts.
I am a font whore.
There. I said it. Now my dirty little secret is out.
I have way too many fonts on my laptop. It currently sits at 1,623.
That’s down from about 2,300 after I cleaned house and dumped a bunch of fonts that just didn’t tickle my fancy anymore.
Sometimes I’ll spend hours looking for the perfect font for a design. And half the time I can’t find it in my 1,600+ fonts so I go download new ones.
I’m all about the free fonts on dafont.com
I drool over the font newsletter I get from MyFonts.com
Seriously. I have issues.
When you spend so much time pouring over the perfect font you start learning things about them.
Like that it’s hard to find a font with a really nice capital K. (I’m partial to Bickham Script Fancy 2 for that … I used it for Kim’s signature for her BlogHer at Home posts *cough* link NSFW (not safe for work) *cough*
Like how in a lot of script fonts the lower case L’s look like cursive B’s.
Like how so many fonts have flawed letter combinations.
Yes, decorative fonts are my special weakness.
My ultimate search, though, has been for the perfect cursive font. It’s a search that’s taken years and more hours than I’m willing to admit that I’ve wasted looking at different fonts.
Maybe I’ll add it to my bucket list. Along with ‘Find the perfect decorative font for a tattoo of V’s name on my wrist’.
What? Doesn’t everyone add fonts to their bucket list??
What fonts am I missing? What’s your must have design font? The one you just can’t live with out? I need to know so I can go download it and feed my obsession.
As I drove the back country roads to the next town over, on my way to get groceries, I looked around me at the wide open sky and the rolling farmland, the mountains the backdrop to it all. I watched the eagle swoop from above to snatch some unsuspecting little animal that was now going to be lunch. I long to have a house out there, in the middle of nothing. (come on lottery ticket!)
As I crested the last hill, the sprawl of the town I was heading to was laid out before me. I realized you could see an almost visible line between the old town and the newer area that had been built up in the past few years in response to the pre-recession population explosion.
My eyes strayed to the left. The new subdivision on the hill. I realized it stuck out – a copy of the city here in the rural countryside. Rows upon rows of half-a-million dollar houses, with barely discernible differences, all shades of grays and beige.
I realized that this is the world we are bringing our children up in. Houses need to fit in and not be too different from the neighbors house. Certainly no bold colors. No individuality to them. Nothing that would stand out and cause talk.
This has become the life of our kids.
School is taught one way. You’re expected to learn that way. Our children are instructed for long hours on how to fit into the mold of today’s society. Woe is the child who is different. That difference will be pointed out and talked about and taunted and ridiculed. Different is evil and something to be eradicated on the school playground.
I’m one of those square pegs that’s never fit into the round whole of society. Bil, even more so.
And we’re bringing Vista up in that same tradition.
Part of me feels bad. I know we’re setting her up to have a hard time in school (should we ever decide to send her).
But the reality is that my child is different. I want her to embrace her individuality. Her desire to wear a summer dress and a winter touque. The various combinations of hats and sunglasses. The way she can look at the flowers and see the butterfly.
I makes finding friends difficult, but those friends tend to be solid, lasting, steady…. not fair-weather flakes.
So my question for you today:
Why is individuality so scary to society? Why does different = bad. Why don’t we encourage, rather than trying to suppress, originality.