The world builder
Your bed is a house. Give it rooms.
A prototype. Every page here is yours to change or pull up with your key. Nothing is a contract until Whimsible is filed.
How it fits. Your bed is your page in the garden. Your stall is your shop, standing on it. The builder gives the page rooms. One key opens all three.
The builder opens with your key: the small key in the purse at the bottom of the page. Then come back here.
Pages stand on a bed. Make your bed first, then come back here.
The look of the whole place
One look for every page, unless a page picks its own below. The type is the garden's: Rye for signs, Crimson Pro to read, Lora italic for asides. Switching loses nothing; the words never knew the layout.
Your pages
The front first, then the rooms in their order. A page is a title, plain writing, pictures by address, a row of your things if you want one, and doors to your other pages. Save each page on its own, then see it.
Add a page
Pick a shape to start from. The words in it are a draft for you to replace. Every shape is one plain look and a skeleton; the five are what good looks like on a phone, nothing more.
Who follows you
Looking…
The whole walk
- A key, in the purse. A bed, on the beds page: your name, your line, a picture.
- Pages here: a front, rooms, doors between them.
- A stall, on your stall: write your things by hand or point at a things file, then follow Stripe's link so money reaches you.
- Your front shows your things; the market lists them; your world is yours.