Safe As Milk

I’ve got a little small-bottle set of those iroshizuku inks. I love the tsuki-yo, which is a nice blue-black, so I reloaded the Vanishing Point with it. I use that pen a lot at the office.

The Metropolitan doesn’t get as much use, so I swapped in the kon-peki, which is a nice medium blue. I’ll find a way to get more use out of it. I love the way it looks.

Of the three pens, the Lamy Safari was the one I didn’t write out of ink. The cartridge just dried out. It’s a drag, but I have more pens than I have writing time. I still have a few of these sweet purple Lamy cartridges, so I just swapped one in.

The fountain pen fire I had at the turn of the year has cooled a good bit. I like the pens I’ve got and I use them often. I’m definitely not hot to grab more of them right now.

I’ve never been a big incense guy. I don’t mind the smells, I just constantly leave the room while they’re burning and it’s a fire hazard.

Same thing with candles. I had to stop running them when I’m alone in the house because I keep leaving the room they’re in.

This cute(?) little Japanese, match-sized, incense stick is right up my alley. Even I can sit in a room for 10 minutes, probably.

The late, great CW Pencil Enterprise was a boutique pencil shop in NYC. Like so many small shops, they got whacked pretty badly in the pandemic. They tried to make changes to stay afloat, but closed this fall.

One of the last things they sold was their annual pencil advent calendar. This was the first year I was able to get one, as they historically sell out within minutes.

24 envelopes, each with a pencil (or maybe some pencil-related ephemera?). I’m excited.