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An Inksperiment

Some of you might know that I have a Thing for stationary. I could spend hours in Papersource looking at all the different cards and thick, crisp cardstocks; stamps, stickers, expensive washi papers, you name it I've probably gone through a phase where I was (or still am, who am I kidding?) obsessed with them. 

Inks, however, have always been a bit of a challenge to me. I love the concept of ink and fountain pens, but as a lefty actually using said pens is a bit hit-or-miss. Sometimes the angle at which I write means a fountain pen won't even work for me while other pens end up smearing down the side of my hand instead. Go figure. 


So a few Saturdays ago I made my online reservation and headed over to Inkstand by Kakimori, in Kuramae. 


The process is pretty simple. At your designated slot you sit at a counter. In front of you is a pad of paper, several small glass cups, a glass mixer, a fancy glass pen, and fourteen vibrant, pigment-perfect inks for you to experiment with.



Then for 45 minutes you are given free reign to mix inks as you will until you find a combination you like. Of course, you're encouraged to keep track of the ratios you use.


I had a color in mind--a turquoise/teal--so I mostly stuck with the blue and green spectrum of the inks, but, I saw some other people sitting near me making some truly iridescent ochres. 



At the end of my 45 minutes, when I found a ratio I liked (2 drops Dress Blue, 2 drops Puddle, 2 drops Lime Shock and 5 drops of Dilute, in case anyone is interested) I double-checked the color with the shop and popped out to wander around the area for an hour or so.  I went and bought a fountain pen (after extensive in-store testing!). When I returned, I was handed a bottle of my ink with its unique serial number that I can use for refills.

I feel rather classy and now I can say that, being the highbrow sort of person I am, that I do all MY editing in fountain pen. Thank you very much.

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