Monday Stinks #11

Yesterday was my birthday. One of those ones people insist on being "landmark" and then spending the time remarking how old you are. It had a zero in it. Alcoholic bubbles was really the only sensible way to manage the day...

The vibrancy of the colours is a bit lost in this pic; haven't got to time to try again. The first photo is much more representative; that orange is intense.

Monday Stinks #10

Ah, rare sightings - the sun shining. Oh, and me on a blog...

Astute observers might notice that I'm currently exhibiting the nib equivalent of going from an advocate of block planes to wielding multiple number 7s and 8s. Broads, forsooth? What manner of madness is this? No extra-fines? I know, I know. They warn you it will happen - the increasing desire for a broad and juicy line - but I never thought it would happen to me.

Anyway, take heart, gentle reader; there may still be a regrettable shortage of sawdust, but the tool adjustment addiction is alive and well. This small sample includes three nibs in the wrong pens, two re-ground, one DIY filling system and two ink mixes. Verily, you can take the lunatic out of the w'shop...