Fountain pen fingers

I have a thing for fountain pens. I have several Lamy Safaris and a Namiki Falcon. I keep pens and vats of ink all over the house. I refill my pens lovingly by hand because I'm capricious and love changing nibs and ink color combinations depending on the letter that I'm writing or notebook that I'm using.

It's a thing. I promise.

One of three inks on my desk right now

This morning I moved a fountain pen from my dresser into my purse, and apparently I hadn't twisted the thingie (a technical term) enough. I got ink on my fingers, but didn't know it. And then I did my make-up. 

Let's just say that ink fingers and foundation just under your jawline make an awesome combination. I'd totally recommend it, for that next time you want to rock that "desk clerk from the 1890's" look. 

No you don't get a photo. Just imagine a big old red spot on my neck where I had to rub it raw with a paper towel. Hawt.

Have a happy Friday!