I am not a handygirl, but I can resac a simple lever-filling pen, assuming there is nothing wrong with the lever. This gives me a wonderful feeling of empowerment akin to being taught how to fish, no matter that I don’t think I’ll ever like fishing or wading into water in wellies. The pen I …
One of my duties as an evil robot is to patrol the periphery of the planet. In the eventuality that, you know, non-evil robots appear. Occasionally I see a friendly pebble, and we hang out. Evil robots don’t have too many friends. Pebbles are never chatty. Usually they just nod, or attempt to nod, when …
I referred to old glass beads in my first post about the birthday pen and decided to shoot them together. The beads and the pen rest on a Te Neues leather-covered notebook. Fresh green sets off the periwinkle well. Chevrons (the blue and white striped beads) are layers of colored glass, cut sharply at both …
I think I must have done something very good in a past life to have deserved this pen for my birthday. My boyfriend connived most endearingly with Andy Russell to make sure the periwinkle precious made it across the pond (technically several ponds) before my birthday. He then connived with McVie to smuggle it, together …
The autoplayer irritated a couple of people, and it would not respond to param name equals play value equals false, so I’ve taken it out until I can figure out how to do that.
I am twiddling with the WordPress theme. It should take about a week or so. Your eyes might hurt a bit.
I don’t know what possessed me to want to swap the nibs on my two Sailor 1911s. The black had the Cross Music Emperor nib, and the demo had the music nib. For some reason I wanted the demo to have the Cross Music Emperor. It’s at times of unreasonable whimsy like these that I …
One line parallels another, and before I know it I’ve filled a page. I start in the middle of the page, usually. Then the lines accrete upon themselves, like barnacles in a mosh pit. Sometimes I figure out in the middle of drawing that oh, it’s an eye. Or this might be a kite. In …
A houndstooth-check paper bag landed on my desk this morning. Inside was doodle paper and a nothing-short-of-fabulous pen kimono, sewn by May. The outside is green felt, accented with a dark green ribbon. The flap is meant as additional protection for pens. May mentioned that she knew I liked hidden details – and this certainly …
There are pens that do not call attention to themselves, wishing only to remain in the background while their writer attempts the Great Filipino Advertising Tagline. This is not one of those pens. Look Ma, I’m blingy. Not a millimeter of the cap was spared scrollwork. The cap also has a “ruby” embedded on top, …