These arrived the other day and I’m chuffed to bits with them. They are three dip pens from a lady in Italy. One of them is broken but the other two work just fine. Aren’t they beautiful?
I’m obsessed with dip pens because they are the main thing I draw with. You’d be surprised how many beauties turn up in antique and bric-a-brac shops. Their simple design means they usually work just as well as when they were first made. I love to buy old ones over new because I like the idea of the handling an old one has had. In a way, I suppose I find companionship in them. It’s the thought of someone else scratching away with the same pen on a dark winter’s evening under an angle poise lamp, just like me. I always wonder to myself if that person was as good as me at knocking over the bottle of ink.
