one.

three hundred and forty posts later, grey grid paper is one year old.
i like this place, it feels like home.
i enjoy looking through the archives and falling back in love with past finds.
anyway, i thought i'd celebrate with a long overdue new blog header (which is also my first attempt at typeface design).
so friends, thank you for dropping in xo

image is my new desktop and favorite thing in the world, via charmaine.

no to bills, yes to ceramics.

ok so over an hour later i have compiled a new urban outfitters wish list (that may or may not total well over $1,000).
if i could pick just one (realistically priced) item, i would hit the check out button on this bird nest salt and pepper shaker set right now as it is clearly the most perfect table centre piece ever.

more for the list.

how am i meant to save for a car/house/holiday/life when there are so many beautiful things in the way!?
a fresh batch of awesomeness from urban outfitters.

dwell deep.

love and need the following items from dwell deep, especially the lost at sea tee and narwhal card!

map delight.

i've been looking at getting a world map for a while and i have just found the one.
this future map in aqua, gold and luminous red has moved straight to the top of the list.
so educational, so pretty.

home dreaming.

sponge = wish times one million.

louis reith.

lines and maps = yes.
louis reith = yes.
love = yes.

gergana plummer.

i love these posters from gergana, so fresh and inspiring!
found via twig & thistle.

anthony lister.

very cool art from mister lister.

scratching the surface.

found this sweet clip via nine lives featuring my fav, beastman.

Scratching the Surface from [weAREtheIMAGEmakers] on Vimeo.

mike lacher.

i had to re-post this letter mishy had on her blog, it's so funny!
comic sans is a truly hideous font, but this is amazing.
it's by a guy called mike lacher who writes and creates hilarious things.
not only did he write this letter but he created the michael buble being stalked by a velociraptor blog (which provides endless hours of amusement) and also created the geocities-izer website which "makes any web page look like a thirteen year old from 1996" made it, which is also, hilarious.
the sites even load amazing midi sounding trashy 90's hits, i love it.

letter from comic sans.

Listen up. I know the shit you've been saying behind my back. You think I'm stupid. You think I'm immature. You think I'm a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I'm Comic Sans, and I'm the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don't like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don't like that I'm all over your sister-in-law's blog? You don't like that I'm on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I'm pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don't all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can't all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I'm standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I'm fun. I'm the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business' website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I'm banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I'm shredding "Reign In Blood" on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I'm racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who'll kill me if I don't cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn't even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I'm famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I'm in your signs. I'm in your browsers. I'm in your instant messengers. I'm not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I'm gonna go get hammered with Papyrus

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the glorious buble stalking raptor shots.






and the painfully 90's geocities-izer site.



pretty new etsy?
:)