Reading a recent ‘freshly pressed’ post about notebooks I finally recognised my obsession is not with notebooks in particular, but stationery in general. Whenever I see a colleague with a fancy binder or posh pen I suffer serious stationery envy, to the degree where I need to go out and get some myself. It then often remains unused as I can never bring myself to despoil it and I never have anything important enough to use such lovely stationery for.
Pencils however are a different matter entirely. I love writing with a really sharp pencil, especially a soft dark one. I love sharpening them too. Do you remember the joy of being pencil monitor when you were little and you got to sharpen all the teachers pencils. Heaven.
On a recent holiday to Florence (RECOMMENDED) I saw swarovski tipped pencils which I loved and had to buy. The problem was I had to buy them for everyone, as I KNEW everyone would love them. I ended up keeping them for myself, except for the ones I bought my children. I then spent the next few days praying they wouldn’t take them with them when they went back to University. Selfish huh? Thank God, they left them behind – I suspect they knew and decided it was better to leave the pencils with the Weirdo. But writing just feels so nice with a sharp, sharp pencil. I know I must soon face the day when they leave home properly and take their pencils with them.
I’ve photographed the pencils. You want them too now don’t you.