Oh dear. I was feeling so proud of my restraint this year. I hardly bought any pens. Until yesterday. Whoops.
I’ll have to confess in a few days when the package arrives. Until then, imagine me hanging my head in shame. (Or imagine me doing a happy dance, when no one’s looking. And then hanging my head when people see me.)
That’s a lovely lithograph from the Brooklyn Museum of a Brown Pelican by John James Audubon. Seems appropriate, somehow.
Fountain Pen Follies 
Think of it (them?) as Christmas gifts for this year and next.
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I love that confidence that I can make it till next Christmas without buying a different “gift” for myself. That’s twelve months, and I can resist anything but temptation. 🙂
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I love it too! That wasn’t so much a clue, as blindingly obvious. Now we just need a number/nib size
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You’re not alone……there’s a pen under my tree. No self control. 🙁
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Well, “a” pen implies excellent self-control. Compared to me. 🙂
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Love it! Have a Very Merry Christmas from my family to yours!
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