I had this on my counter the other day: nine pens, all needing to be cleaned out.
You know how there are people who love cleaning things? Who find it meditative or restful or enjoyable?
Yeah, I’m not one of those people. So I love inks that are easy to clean.
Most of these were, actually. Montblanc William Shakespeare was the only exception. Not a total surprise. And I survived. “Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.”
I was trying to find my yellow Line Friends Lamy Safari the other day — for the blog, of course. Instead I found a clown car of pen-related clutter — boxes and boxes of it — all on a tiny shelf. Which is not my only shelf of pen and ink things.
But I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve turned over a new leaf. And that is called: ignorance is bliss. From now on, I’m not going to pay any attention to what’s on my shelves. Unless something happens to fall on me. At which time, I’ll shove that item back on the shelf and walk briskly into the other room. That’s called: just good common sense.
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