I turned 42 last week and moved one giant step closer to lil old ladyhood ... at least in terms of my lil projects.
The situation in our kitchen was that every time I needed a pen, I could get my hands on a sharpie, a broken pencil, or a lemon sparkle gel pen. But a black Bic or blue Papermate? Keep dreaming, sister. I was coming up empty-handed even though I had purchased packages of pens in recent memory. Black hole? Thievery? I don't know. Point is: no pens when I needed them.
About once a week, I find an excuse to dine at a delightful spot called Egg Harbor. When you sign your credit card slip at the EH register, you use a pen that is dressed up as a flower. Cute, but more importantly, not a pen with which you are likely to abscond.
Confident that a pen dressed as a flower would not end up in my sons' pencil bags, I purchased the necessary items at Hobby Lobby a few weeks ago. Then, I thought to myself, "This can be a little birthday gift from me to me." The cost of materials was minimal, but the time spent making the flower pens (also minimal) was a way of treating myself.
This bouquet of flower pens is super cute now lives on my kitchen desk. I'm writing my grocery lists, checks, and lunch box notes like a boss.