"In Budapest, surgeons operated on printer's apprentice Gyoergyi Szabo, 17, who, brooding over the loss of a sweetheart, had set her name in type and swallowed the type." (Time magazine, 28 December 1936.)
"Just My Type" by Simon Garfield opens with the above quote. One hundred pages into the book I read about a font designed in 1996 called "Mrs. Eaves". Why bother including the title "Mrs." with the font name? Because of the story. She marries at the age of 16; her husband deserts her and their five children; she works as the live-in housekeeper for John Baskerville (of font design fame); falls in love with him; can't marry him until the death of Mr. Eaves in 1764. Wow!
Romance, heartbreak, history, and glory all pulsing within the dotted i's, crossed t's and curled g's and q's. With chapter names such as: "We don't serve your type.", "Can a font make me popular?", and "Pirates and Clones", it's all more fun than you would expect a book about fonts to be. Unless, of course, you're me, then it was all I hoped and more.
Card details: Finished card 4 1/4 x 5 1/2" white folded cardstock; layered with navy blue and medium blue yardstick allowing 1/8 inch borders; stamp alphabet collage (Hampton Arts Stamps) on medium blue paper in stonewash dye ink (Adirondack); punch corners; stamp alphabet square (Wordsworth Stamps) in night of navy dye ink (Stampin Up) on three colors of paper and layer; stamp W (SU) in faded jeans distress ink (Tim Holtz); cut out and layer and adhere to card front.