My sister gave me the most beautiful venetian glass pen with a nib for Christmas. I like to call it a Quill, it adds to the romance you understand although I suspect that technically, it would be classed as a dip pen for ink.
I haven't used it yet because the ink that came with it needs an inkwell which wouldn't look right out of context so I feel that a writing slope or writing box is in order too. These come in a variety of prices and design depending what the customer is looking for. As you might expect, I would prefer something vintage, reminiscent of bygone days in keeping with a time where the rustle of silken skirt could be heard along the well polished corridor leading to the drawing room for afternoon tea. Men will be standing around handsomely in uniform but without the war bit that follows. In my picture there is no war.
I will use my pen to create beautiful words beautifully scribed on parchment paper that has a faint scent of rose petals. I will seal the envelope with candle wax pressed with my initials before carefully covering my arranged hair with a bonnet, taking up my shawl and hurrying to catch the post.
When I return, I will go to my room to tidy away the evidence of creative employment. I will put the inkwell back in it's place alongside my Quill and blotter. I will check that the letters I keep tied up with ribbon are in tact within the secret compartment and that the key is safely caught up on the velvet band around my elegant neck.
Across the heavy bed I'll lie and dream of lovers by and by.
My hair unravelled, caught hither and thus between full red lips in need of a kiss.
Where are you my love?... my letters will sigh and you will come to me...yes, by and by.
All of these things I shall do when I find a writing box for the inkwell in which to dip my new Quill.