I love the look of chunky vintage letters on display. I know that I’m in the house of a kindred spirit when I come across random type hidden on a shelf or leaning against the wall. The last time I was in NYC, I found an enormous, vintage red letter G at Paula Rubenstein, a store for all things fabulously worn. Had I been able to fit it on the plane home I would have probably named my first born something that started with a G, just to feature the letter on his nursery wall. Well, maybe not, but you get what I’m saying.