I received a shipment of ink yesterday — a bottle of Diamine Holly to get me through winter, and a small vial of Sherwood Forest. The first is an elegant holiday green with a hint of shimmer in it, and the latter is an earthier green, like fir or spruce needles. Both inks remind me … Continue reading Lazy day off
As I may have mentioned before, I’m a little enamored with fountain pens right now. Some time in 2020, I realized I could purchase ink samples instead of full bottles. I’ve… accumulated a few vials of ink. As the collection of vials grew, they tumbled all over each other in the little wooden box I … Continue reading Organizing ink
I can’t believe that in more than 35 years of journaling with pen and ink, I never used a fountain pen. For 35 years, I wrote without experiencing the fluid feel of wet ink on quality paper. I did not know the joy of the tactile differences among nibs, barrels, inks, and paper. My husband … Continue reading Pens, paper, and ink
I finished an ink cartridge in my new Lamy fountain pen and got to switch to a new turquoise color. The ink looks like a tropical sea. It makes me think of the Bahamas. I also finished my Moleskine notebook and am trying a new kind I’ve never tried before: Clairefontaine. The paper is awfully … Continue reading I’m running through inks and notebooks
Ink. I love the way it feels. I love the way it stains. Ink in different forms changes the way I write. When it’s super liquidy I write messy, but my thoughts can come quickly. When ink is sticky — ball point — my handwriting is nicer, but thoughts are slower. I wonder how that … Continue reading Ink
Butterfly Mind 