when i was in high school, i started my life-long love of pens, shopping the pen isle in wal-mart. small town girls pass a lot of time perusing EVERYTHING in wal-mart. i dreamed of my own kitchen, fingering oven mitts and dish towels. i smelled ALL of the shampoos and perfumes (weird how i landed on pantine and love’s baby soft). i touched and critiqued every single pen. i was on a mission to find- the. best. pen. one day i came across a $3 fountain pen. behold!
nib pens appealed to my teenage, flighty, romantic sensibility. i’d write love letters with such a device. i’d pen tomes about my suffering! i think what i did was mostly homework with it, maybe a journal entry or two. that pen might actually be somewhere in my childhood desk in the basement (yes, i’m a pared down hoarder). today, from amazon, i received it’s somewhat more expensive, german cousin- my lamy safari fountain pen. it’s beautiful. it’s modern. and the 14 year old girl in me squealed, and wants to write a love letter.
such small splurges remind me of a time i used to save up my money and have my mom drop me and a girlfriend off at the store. it’s a far-away moment brought back to me with the arrival of a sweet new pen. i’m actually looking forward to sitting down and addressing baby announcements. it’s the little things.