Peeling, battered and faded labels are beautiful to me; they whisper use and the passage of time in a way that newly-made-to-look-old bits and pieces never could. Scribbling is a part of my daily life - in letters, in countless notebooks, on lists, in birthday cards and as you'd guess I have my favourite pens - usually the sort that glide across a page and feel partially weighted in my hand but I'm still on the hunt for a keeper. I have quite a few very old ink bottles with uneven bottoms and green hued glass, they sit perfectly on a windowsill casting a gentle sea foam glow, but my newest addition is much younger and still has a little ink in the bottom. The shape of the jar was what bewitched me most of all but the label and lid also cast a spell. I'd like to imagine the rest of the ink was used by someone who loved to write.