Perfect Pen

Here it is - in all it's glory - my perfect pen. My pen that I have been searching practically my whole life for - well, for as long as I have realized I have a pen fetish. Yes, some women have a weakness for shoes and purses - I succumb to pens. I say once an addict always an addict - we just change our addictions. I have been sober almost 8 years now, but my pen purchases have been on the rise - along with my candy intake. I have a certain cabinet in my kitchen that houses my candy stash - yes, another addiction. Well, this stash had gotten so bad that my son recently opened the cabinet door and as candy was falling every where he turned, looked my in the eyes and simply said "Oh, mom." I felt horrible - like he caught me taking a swig of liquor. Anyway, it was one of the ah-hah moments and I knew I had to do something about my little problem. So for this Lent season I have given up all candy. Now, being the true alcoholic I am, I have left a loop hole for myself - I am still allowed to have desert type items - cake, cookies, ice cream - all fair game! Please don't be like my husband and try to point out the insanity of this reasoning. It makes sense to me. My candy stash was filled with sugar candy - Skittles, Runts, Mike & Ikes, Nerds, Sweet Tarts, Smarties, I could go on, but to maintain some dignity I think I will stop there - you get the picture. And let's face it, I'm smart enough to realize that there is something deeper going on when I see my candy consumption out of control. Time to do a little more life work.

But I have totally digressed from my perfect pen - fancy me going off on a tangent.....My pen. My beautiful rose covered pen that writes like a bird floating on the wind. It feels so good in my hand - chubby with some heft - it feels solid. I had spotted this little gem at a store in Portland called Oblation. I could move into this store. Beautiful stationary, journals, cards, hand made papers, and of course writing instruments of all kinds. If you are ever in town you must go there and breath it all in - yummy 'papery' smell mingled with leather and wood. So, now that I have this amazing pen I am suppose to be able to finally write my story - whatever that story may be! I have been procrastinating because I couldn't possibly write without the perfect pen! Well, now I have no more excuses - although I'm sure my back-stabbing friend, Fear, will help come up with some new ones!