I think maybe I’m being bitten by the clay bug again. Case in point: these pens
Yesterday I allowed myself to be distracted (for an hour or so) from my book store packing and shipping duties by the thought of a new pen.
I do think about clay-covered pens often (usually as I am pulling apart the couch or rifling through somebody’s backpack, desperately seeking something to write with). Pens and pencils have a habit of disappearing around here, but it always seems to take the special clay-covered ones longer to go missing.
So, I do think about making myself a special pen often, but the thought is generally fleeting.
Yesterday, though, the idea of sitting down at the clay table to make a new pen nipped at my heels like an enthusiastic puppy, until I put down my clipboard and indulged the urge.
I really wanted a red-ink pen covered in a pattern that featured red prominently. So I made one. And then, because I had more patterns in those same colors, and because of that darn nipping at my heels, I made three more. Four fun-loving red pens covered in a seductively-smooth coating of red, blue, and yellow clay.
And that would have all been fine and wonderful (and the perfect place to stop) except…
…I suddenly needed (needed, I tell you) one in purple.