Now they sit by my phone. In earlier days I would have used them on yet another clip board, to pass at yet another PTA meeting or such, to get people to sign up for something. I can't imagine using one in the office, to put a flourish on the moment. Those are Mont Blanc moments, maybe.
Putting our name to paper. I was here. I will do this task. I have read the above. Sign on the dotted line. At a wedding, it is a blooming time. White for purity. White for hope.
Pretty pens, they are. If you could write your hopes with flowers, what flower would it be, what hopes would you write? We are, this weekend, visiting the area of her new physical domain. She is full of tales of how she is beginning penning her future with a metaphorical red rose of love.