So I wrote a book. And that moment had to be crowned, so my parents thought. They hesitated for weeks about an olive tree (I am in love with olive trees) but were unsure. I wasn't exactly at the front when the green fingers were handed out, I have a fairly small garden and to be honest, an olive tree thrives better in a warmer climate. So there was a good chance it wouldn't be a keeper. Or if I had an idea.

I did have one. Because didn't I once receive a Montblanc pen from my father and wasn't that the best gift ever? I could definitely use another one. One with an extra large opening that allows you to write almost calligraphically. I love it so much.

So we headed to the store. I chose one with a rose gold finish. You fill it by hanging the pen in a jar of ink and then slowly sucking the ink into the pen. What a delightful ritual I find that. To complete the whole, the pen got its own ‘handbag‘ so it can travel with me as undamaged as possible. On to a life together with lots of lovely cards, signed books, beautiful notes, and little messages. Dearest Kiek and Pleun, what a fantastic gift.