Size
Apparently does matter. At least to Nath.
“Your new theme is so hard to read. The text is too small. Make it bigger,” says she.
Now personally, I like the text the size it is and I can’t believe that her eyes (ses yeux, fatigué, blasé…) are any worse than my 45 year old bifocal-ed orbs. But we all view the world through different lenses, so be it. Ok. Done.
I’ve searched for, found, and ta da!, added the “change font size” widget by Ferran Rodenas.
Thank you, Mr. Rodenas, you have made a lovely French girl – not me silly; Nath – very happy. Now she can pump the pixel size from its delightful 13px to a very frightening 22px if she so wishes.
And they say I’m a cranky curmudgeon. The things I do for you kids. 😉
Nite,
k.
Ahhhh, my soon-bifocal-needed eyes thank you; so happy, so happy. Hubby calls me a dictator, you think he exaggerates a bit? 😉
Ah, Zim, indeed. There is only so much pleasing one can do. If you try to accommodate everyone, you’ll just end up with an muddy gray blob that pleases no one, least of all yourself. But fear not, I shall never (never say never) make the background pink! LOL
And Nath, you? A dictator? You? Impossible! 😉
k.