Sept. 2002. After picking up my wedding announcements made by a letterpress craftsman in Provo, UT, I dropped by my Alma Mater to catch an illustration exhibit. There were cases of old metal type stored in the back lobby. I was mesmerized and stole a letter V. A theft. A memento. A taxation. Oct. 2002. Honeymooning in Bar Harbor, ME, I called a craftsman I read about in a magazine who makes shadowbox collages with actual wood type. I thought it would be a fun wedding gift, but they never responded. Nov. 2007. We dropped by a consignment shop that had miscellaneous metal and wood type and I had to get more. A blue rubber band is less attractive than a shadowbox but the V has company now, and to keep it sentimental I picked out our new house number. Since I'm currently in love with ligatures I also had to get the double f.
