I keep my fountain pens in penrolls, more or less upright in a tin container on my desk, in front of the window.





Imagine my dismay when, playing pens and inks with friends this past weekend, I discovered my pretty calico penrolls, and my schmancy Levenger leather penroll have been faded by the sun. This must be remedied.
I searched the closet and pantry, various cabinets and cubbyholes for something tall enough to keep the pens vertical (so any loaded ink doesn't seep out the nib and pool messily), and wide enough to hold the four penrolls plus a few stray pens. Finding nothing, but lamenting having gotten rid of the Golden Syrup tin, and a few of the tea tins I've jettisoned along life's path, I informed OH of my search. He brought me a thing.
Another den mother, when our sons were Cub Scouts together, had provided a number of plastic cannisters with screw lids to use for crafts, or to store crafts supplies in. They were surplus from her work, since once the dentifrice shipped in them was used, the empty containers were discarded. We kept a few, and over the years we're now down to two. One stores the blocks of beeswax OH uses for making pysanky, out of light and damp. He'd been using the other to collect his pocket change, but since he'd taken it to be rolled, the cannister was empty. The leather penroll doesn't fit, but otherwise, the cannister is a perfect size, so I ran off to the office, found the burlwood patterned giftwrap, and cut enough to wrap the white plastic cannister and a circle for the center of the brown plastic screw lid, and gluesticked them on.


It looks quite nice on the desk, along with the wooden drawer unit for stamps and small things, and the wooden box containing dip pens and nibs, and the leather "pencils" cup.The leather penroll is tucked in a shadier spot, out of direct sunlight. Someday, when the paper has begun to fray and tatter, I'll do a proper job of measuring, cutting, fitting and careful gluing. But for now, I'm happy with it.
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Imagine my dismay when, playing pens and inks with friends this past weekend, I discovered my pretty calico penrolls, and my schmancy Levenger leather penroll have been faded by the sun. This must be remedied.
I searched the closet and pantry, various cabinets and cubbyholes for something tall enough to keep the pens vertical (so any loaded ink doesn't seep out the nib and pool messily), and wide enough to hold the four penrolls plus a few stray pens. Finding nothing, but lamenting having gotten rid of the Golden Syrup tin, and a few of the tea tins I've jettisoned along life's path, I informed OH of my search. He brought me a thing.
Another den mother, when our sons were Cub Scouts together, had provided a number of plastic cannisters with screw lids to use for crafts, or to store crafts supplies in. They were surplus from her work, since once the dentifrice shipped in them was used, the empty containers were discarded. We kept a few, and over the years we're now down to two. One stores the blocks of beeswax OH uses for making pysanky, out of light and damp. He'd been using the other to collect his pocket change, but since he'd taken it to be rolled, the cannister was empty. The leather penroll doesn't fit, but otherwise, the cannister is a perfect size, so I ran off to the office, found the burlwood patterned giftwrap, and cut enough to wrap the white plastic cannister and a circle for the center of the brown plastic screw lid, and gluesticked them on.


It looks quite nice on the desk, along with the wooden drawer unit for stamps and small things, and the wooden box containing dip pens and nibs, and the leather "pencils" cup.The leather penroll is tucked in a shadier spot, out of direct sunlight. Someday, when the paper has begun to fray and tatter, I'll do a proper job of measuring, cutting, fitting and careful gluing. But for now, I'm happy with it.
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Date: 2016-01-10 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 01:33 am (UTC)With the advent of the computer, I think a lot of peoples' desks have sort of become a pile of unattended paperwork, finger puppets, and bobblehead toys. My old desk was an O'Sullivan chipboard horror made for a tower, CRT monitor, keyboard and mouse, with storage for floppy discs and computer manuals. I left it with glee when we moved, and insisted on more of a writing desk. I love it. I don't keyboard there, but I do spend time there every day, with my pens and paper planner, a lovely view out the window, and my tactile writing things all in reach.
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Date: 2016-01-15 04:59 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2016-01-18 03:58 am (UTC)