crescent heart

May 31, 2008 22:58

"I can't find them anywhere online," I told her. I can find small drafting compasses in plastic and nickel, but nothing in a portable size of the same quality as my 8" compass. Nothing like hers.

We ate our eggs and talked about batik resists and teapots and followed Najalaise to the junk shop. I quickly fell in love with a portable typewriter that needed a new ribbon and was old enough to lack a '1' key. (I should be shedding things, I know, not acquiring them, but there's a wonderful parallelism in giving away a computer and letting a typewriter in. Also, I confess to having designs on a Bluetooth typewriter. Erm.)

Ella disappeared into a corner.

At length I paid for the typewriter and promised I'd be back to pick it up when I wasn't on my bike.

When I turned around, she held out a battered leather case, wrapped in tissue paper, full of dignified old drafting tools. Adjustable India-ink pens, from a time before technical pens, when CAD was someone who stood you up at a bar. Straight dividers and proportional dividers. And two of the coveted miniature compasses, one with a pen-nib, and one with a lead-holder and tiny lead tube.

squee, ella, design

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