I love calligraphy. TYPE A gives me the perfect balance between the social media Energizer Bunny speed of life and the time ink needs to dry. Except for the day I am brilliant enough to reenact the Exxon-Valdez oil spill in ink form.
All over my desk, me, but miraculously, not the rugs (as far as I can tell). I spent forever cleaning. And scrubbing. What’s even crazier is I actually stopped to take a picture, and my other hand, my writing hand, was completely covered in ink. So, I had to clean the phone, too. Oh, the creative process.
There’s no use crying over spilled ink. But swearing? Oh, there is a ton of swearing.