Foot men, breast men...
Lately I've been getting aroused by beautiful handwriting. There's a couple gals around here who really have it and I'm really enjoying it. I wish I could show you samples, but everything I can get my hands on right at the moment is somebody's address.
I used to hate that crap when I was a kid. I don't get that attitude at all now. I had no idea what a rarity it would be in my life to meet people who took pains to make the world a more beautiful place in little ways.
Ain't none o' that goin' on at home. That's for damn sure.
Oops! Did I say that out loud?
Friday, November 06, 2009
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You need help, serious help.
How do you feel about... the C word? Y'know... calligraphy?
Age has killed my handwriting. I did wedding invitations for a friend, back when I could still see. lol
I've always liked calligraphy, but that's kind of a different deal. You're going out of your way to do that. I haven't seen anything these gals have written that wasn't beautiful.
I don't hand write much of anything these days, so it's hard to compare, but I've always tried to make my letters recognizable. Except that I'm so sick and tired of signing my name on things these days that my signature is degenerating. It could be the eyes.
Worked for a firm and the Head Storeman was a youngish (20 something) Samoan bloke. He had absolute copperplate handwriting. A Joy to read.
Mine is a barely legible scrawl, always has been despite the best efforts of my mother (who taught me to write).
I have a friend who won't respond to emails but insists on hand written letters from friends. Her writing was rather attractive.
Since writing can say something about the character of the writer, I imagine that the writing of these gals says something about the kind of gals that get your blood going. This is only a problem if they have thee penmanship typical of ten year old girls.
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