Spending a lot of time cruisin’ the blogosphere, checkin’ in with peeps, lusting after notebooks and drooling over pens. I am the proud owner of a Waterman Phileas, but today I saw a picture of my first love, an Esterbrook.
We were in 4th grade, and walked single-file down the hall to the school store. What can I say, in 1960 at an all-girls private school, getting your first pen was a rite of passage. This was before Bic and Papermate, and peacock blue ink was all the rage.
In 8th grade we learned a form of Italic, to use in the notebooks that stored the historical anecdotes our teacher loved to share, like Botticelli always painting his cousin’s face because he loved her so.
If I have enough birthday money left, I will buy an Esterbrook J in green, with a medium nib. Life’s simple pleasures are the best. . .