I love tiny letters

by whitewirestudio

Last Friday evening while sitting around a friend’s kitchen table, we started talking about her bulk food purchase excursion—highlighting a jar she filled with little tiny alphabet pasta. Little. Tiny. Letters. In a clear jar.

alphabet
photo from Amazon and obviously not in a jar.

I have a small type fetish. It’s true. So why wouldn’t I have a tiny letter fetish? I would.

I can’t say exactly what it is, though surely it’s brought on by a certain professor during undergrad. But I think what keeps it going is the overly romanticized poetry of it all. Small letters are like the equivalent of a whisper or (in)significant gesture, or a photo with a sensationally low horizon line, or using white on white on white. All soft spots and all a very similar mindset to that of the pauses I talked about a couple posts ago.

And in related news, via a Design*Sponge post last week, I was introduced to this refinished/redesigned table from the sticks and bricks blog (they’re an “artist collaboratorium” and shop in Northampton, Massachusetts). The first photo below shows the table in its original state.

sticks_a

sticks_b

sticks_c

Their post states:

we sanded it down, hammered in ‘the summer day’ by mary oliver, rubbed black paint in & gave it a coat of furniture wax.

From checking out the comments, it looks like they used these letter stamps from Harbor Freight—which I DIDN’T KNOW EXISTED—to hammer in those teeny letters.

letter_stamps

Oh, letters. I like you.

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