So. Remember yesterday, when I told you what Anna said? Well, I took her advice, and this is what I did. I immediately set to working making stamp people.
Everyone knows a layout always follows the push aka idea. It's all about what's pleasing to the eye.
So a shift to keyboard middle creates an entirely different perspective. A triangle forms between the butterfly, Ida B. Wells, and Nelson Mandela. Another forms between the flesh tones. Then there others with the reds, the blues, the black and whites . . . And then there's the king in the crown against a red background. Outstanding.
Hmm. The almost black L makes some colors pop. I like.
More? Or less? Background has a story. A backstory, huh?
Thoreau looks like Johnny Cash. Cool frog legs and waterlilies. Ida's cutting' her eyes at what's his name. And the triplets are all about that bass.
You've guessed where this is going, yes? Yet again. It's so much fun.
I chose three different papers to work with but prefer the Lasal photo matte. The Bright white Hammermill just didn't cut it. The Estrada was overkill. All that rag would be wasted on postcards. The Lasal offered up crisp, rich, delicious colors, and the stock is good for postcards and notecards. Moab has been one of my go-to workhorses for at least a decade. Try it, you'll like it. It elevates handmade to a lovely new level.
And the best tool to come between my great big ole Epson 1400 printer and the finish line is . . . my old paper trimmer, which also happens to be one of the best I've ever owned. The black skid marks on the wall are my fault.
See for yourself. It's easy to tell which postcard was printed on what. I printed ten. Or six? The stack went out in today's mail. Thank you, JC.
I discovered a box of lovely notecards that are over ten years old. They smell. They're out of print which means I cannot toss them. How they smell of smoke and snuff baffles me so a warning is called for. I aired them out, and they'll get a good baking soda bath tonight just in case. Heaven forbid I make someone else ill with musty smelly mail!
There are two letters to keep the postcards company. Wait. My math doesn't work. I wrote eight "stamp people" postcards, three Don't Shoot postcards, and two letters. See? They really are "Stamp People." You get it, right? Oh stop!
Yeah, stop. We need to talk. We need to talk about IT. In light of what's going on in St. Louis and across America, I could have gone dark. It's open season on hate.