I don't know when it started, probably in my junior high drafting class. Something about those drafting tables and T-squares and the wonderful smell of the saw dust from woodworking class. I'd sit down at that drafting table, take up my rectangular pencil, and just feel a wave of calm wash over me. The residual? I now suffer from a blueprint fetish. All those intricate, perfect intersections and cryptic symbols just get to me. Don't you just love the resoluteness of it? This goes here and that goes there. Symmetrical, articulate beauty where everything has a place and a purpose.
My husband is working on the new LAPD headquarters right now and brought home some prints to work on. He even has special stencils! SPECIAL STENCILS!
I can't be the only person with such an arbitrary, seemingly random turn on, can I?
3 comments:
Umm...I've never heard of it before but I'm sure you aren't the only one.
I CAN'T be the only one, please dear God! Blueprint Droolers Anonymous, please call me.
I remember the days of high school drafting class as well.I also have a fetish for blueprints myself I use them on a daily in my general contracting business,and draw them as well.
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