Is it just me?
I have hundreds of pens. Probably a thousand.
All kinds. I have calligraphy and fountain, hi lighters and permanent markers, fat ballpoints and gels, needlepoints and thick felt.
I don’t have particularly nice penmanship, in fact, people who know about such things tease me about how inconsistent it is and how I mix my capitals and lowercase, cursive and block.
But I love to use pens. I love to find new pens with new kinds of points and nibs and ink and flow. I delight in the latest .01 micropoint goodies from Japan, new highlighter colors or erasables, whatever.
The one thing I can’t stand is a boring pen with a boring feel… what most pens are. The standard Bic or whatever. I need something that looks, feels, writes differently. I need to write bold, tiny, color… it’s a sickness.
And I found the perfect place to indulge my sickness: Jetpens!
This also, by the way, goes along with my other paper and office supply fetishes. I’m always checking out the latest notebooks and folders and papers and filing systems.
There’s one thing I found twenty years ago that I cannot imagine life without: my clam clips. I found those things in some little mom&pop office supply in Beverly Hills in 1987, and I have obsessively tracked them down and collected them ever since. For awhile there it was touch and go whether I’d be able to buy them ever again, in the late 90’s, early 2000’s, and I was pretty freaky about making sure every single clip was accounted for. They are all that and a bag of chips. I have about 9 clippers in all three sizes.
Is it just me?