You all know I’m very organized. Sorry sweeping statement, most of you probably do, and if you didn’t well know you do. I keep a very neat and tidy space everywhere I am. Everything has a place. As I’ve found myself somewhere on the spectrum of minimalism, my things are even more appropriately useful and given homes.
So you can imagine my amusement when I looked over and saw my little box of awesome.
Many years ago, my Poppy (paternal grandfather) gave me a Cross pen, I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but we are talking at least 2 decades here, possibly pushing 3, but I remember him handing it to me and commenting that it was a mechanical pencil. Imagine our surprise when I wrote with it and it was ink! It quickly became one of my most prized possessions. It’s fine point and to this day, it is in my cheque book. Maybe that’s when the joy of pens and pencils became my thing.
I have a mad love for writing instruments. Of course me being me, I’m very particular about them. But, pens, pencils, markers, highlighters, fine tip, felt point, gel, sparkly gel, metallic gel, 9mm lead (yes 9mm, not 5 or 7), different colours, different sizes, different styles, different weights. Certain noises when they touch the paper you name it. I have a thing for them. In this little box I also have my favourite bookmarks, some clips, and sticky tabs and notes. Just because I like to have a few of those items handy. I don’t know when I got away from keeping these organized in pretty little pen holders, but this sweet box sits on my desk where I craft my book, my blog, my posts and my journey and it just brings me such pure innocent playful happiness. Much like my Poppy did