It’s been quite some time since I last posted about my bullet journal. It’s not that I’ve given in to my ningas-kugon tendencies and abandoned it altogether. In fact, contrary to expectations, five months in and I am still using it up to now. This is honestly the longest time I’ve stuck to using a planner of any sort ever. Yay for me!
Kinda obsessing over this Dark Red Pilot Juice pen I got from SM Stationery earlier this week. 😍 It’s such a lovely, unusual pen color and it’s so far the only colored pen I have ever used for BuJo entries (I use black Unipin/Pigma Micron/Simbalion drawing pens exclusively for this purpose). I am in love! ❤
The title pretty much says it all, yeah? 😉 Though I have hoarder tendencies (especially when it comes to art supplies), I also have this compulsion to canvass each and every piece I wanna buy to see if there’s a cheaper alternative, or if it’s sold cheaper somewhere else. This way, I have been able to procure much of my stuff at less cost than if I’d gotten them, say, from the mall. Mostly though, I do my shopping online so it’s much easier to research and compare prices. That, and there’s basically none to be found here in the province. #promdifeels
Anyway. Pointed pen calligraphy or dip pen calligraphy is something I only started doing pretty recently. I am obviously no expert here; I only speak for my limited experience and basic knowledge as a fellow newbie. Without further ado, here are the basic things you need to start:
Trigger warning: This is one of my most personal posts ever.
This is one of Adele’s many heart-breakingly beautiful songs. I can’t listen to this without feeling its emotional pull, never mind that I never was in the song’s exact circumstance.
But I almost was. Though my guy and I have been together now for more than a decade now, there was a time before when I honestly thought everything was over between us. Had we not gotten back together, I would have been literally singing this song with matching tears and snot. It would have hurt that bad. Why? Allow me to tell you one of the most painful parts of our story…
Rockstar mom. Hopeless bookworm. Pizza fiend. Chocolate addict. Nocturnal forever. Caffeine powered. Leftie artist wannabe.