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.