Today we celebrate Love Note Day, a day to tell someone that you love them by writing it in the form of a note. Since my handwriting is complete rubbish, I decided to instead simply draw the tools one might use for such a task. In this case, it’s a Lamy Demonstrator Fountain Pen that’s been on my wish list for ages, though I certainly don’t need another one (totally never the point when it comes to art supplies, to be sure!). This is paired with another dream item on my list of J. Herbin Cornaline d’Egypte ink that Sandra reviewed recently, so I happily blame her for that bit! And, yes, I fully realize that today’s celebration is not meant to be a love letter to art supplies, as that would be perfectly weird. Or would it? I’m never sure. As anyone who loves art supplies knows, it’s a bit of a toss up really. And true love notes, one might assume are meant to be shared only between two people. This in itself is an idea that’s rather nostalgic these days when every memory is shared on social upon its inception. Those olden days of waiting for correspondence to arrive in the mail seem like distant history. But any expression of love in my book is a good and wonderful thing!
I actually considered writing a love note to Philippe in this post, which would be rather intriguing since I know he doesn’t read them. Then I considered writing one to Phineas, but I’ve no idea if he reads them or not, so that could be potentially awkward. So, I’ve just decided to contemplate the idea of love itself. It’s actually a strange thing when you consider it. That moment when a feeling burns just a bit brighter when someone else enters the room. It’s perfectly magical is so many ways, because it’s equally impossible to justify. Why that person and not the person standing just behind them? What was it exactly that made a heart decide that this one was the most important person of them all? Even as I look back and think about meeting Philippe for the first time, I can’t quite explain any of it. It’s as though destiny stepped in to do all of my thinking for me. And I’m so glad it did. My rational mind would have never accepted a binational relationship that in its inception had no foreseeable path of working out. A rational mind would have simply deemed it ridiculous and moved on.
And yet, here I am, years later, living a life that was actually perfectly impossible. That, to me, is a rather amazing thing indeed. Love makes us do things we didn’t think were even conceivable, setting us on a course that can always make our dreams come true. Whether it’s that special someone in our lives or that special feeling we get when we create something new. In those moments, the impossible becomes only probable and things we never thought could happen actually do. These are the thoughts that fill my mind today and if I could write them down properly on paper I certainly would. Instead, I’ll type them into this little blog post. Adding to my endless thoughts and rambles, captured with a bit of watercolor and pen and ink. Over the course of this blog, I’ve written the word count equivalent of 15 novels, so my letter writing skills should be quite advanced by this point. But when it comes to that pure adoration that poets always write about, I often feel I have no words at all. How does one accurately describe something that they themselves are still figuring out? I guess, in the end, one can only take a little moment to write about it, as they celebrate Love Note Day.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Aureolin, Vermilion, and Indigo. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!
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