This is my favorite pen. It’s a glass stylus and it was given to me as a gift with the rest and the beautiful burgundy ink you see. When I write with it, I feel special.
You have to work harder to say the right thing. There’s no white-out. No backspace. No erasers. It’s worth the effort – your words looks so beautiful on a great piece of paper or stationery.
Funny thing. I was given this lovely gift by an old friend of mine for my birthday. I’ll call him Alan – because his name is Alan. I opened the box and gushed. I love this pen. I also knew (sorry Alan, if you read this) that he could not have picked it. It was chosen by a woman – a thoughtful and classy woman. Most likely, his girlfriend, Beth. Though this might have been before her time, so it could have been the girlfriend before her – but we like her best, so I’ll just pretend to myself that Beth picked it.
Alan surely knows me well enough to know that I’d love a pen/ink set. I have always written notes and I used to do quite a bit of calligraphy. Sometimes for hire. But what man would think that a female friend would be excited over a pen/ink set? None that I know. And besides, I know him. He’s always had people in his life do his shopping. He doesn’t have the patience.
Still, I love this pen. Sometimes, I think about whom I can write to – just so I can write a real, penned letter.
I can’t imagine writing anything except the kindest, most considerate things with this beautiful pen.