New style general blogposts

What will happen

As discussed with @marcia @timzallmann we will implement a first revision into improving the overall blogpost style used on about.gitlab.com/blog.

The way we will do this is by doing a second UX and Frontend revision on the stylistic css changes introduced in https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/merge_requests/6041.

These changes will merge into the branch of https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/merge_requests/6041. After that it will be merged into master.

What needs to be done

• Stylistic changes of https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/merge_requests/6041 need to be made the default styling, instead of using extra_css.
• https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/issues/1480 will require a decent set of H1 to H6 restyling, which looks great with body text.
• Needs to be approved by product etc, after which we can merge.

Target launch: 23 June

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Closes https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/issues/1480 Closes https://gitlab.com/gitlab-com/www-gitlab-com/issues/1518

source/posts/2017-06-21-test-suite-type.html.md

+---
+title: Type testing
+author: Dimitrie Hoekstra
+author_twitter: dimitrieh
+author_gitlab: dimitrieh
+categories: inside GitLab
+image_title: '/images/blogimages/attributes-successful-dev-teams.jpg'
+description: 'From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.'
+extra_css:
+ - there-and-back-again-in-one-release.css
+---
+
+From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
+
+His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
+
+<!-- more -->
+
+## One Morning, When Gregor Samsa Woke
+
+From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
+
+His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
+
+### One Morning, When Gregor Samsa Woke
+
+From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
+
+His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
+
+#### One Morning, When Gregor Samsa Woke
+
+From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
+
+His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
+
+##### One Morning, When Gregor Samsa Woke
+
+From troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
+
+His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
+
+<small> — Excerpt from The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka.</small>