Pencil Me In

When last we left our intrepid Sheepie, she was recovering from a two day search for the Perfect Pencil.  She found the one she sought, but questioned her purchase.  She then decided to snag another package of pencils which, while made by the same company, were slightly less expensive.  Both would accept the gi-normous .9 lead of which she is so fond, though.  She planned to test drive these writing instruments and see who won the prized spot as The Best Pencil Ever...or at least until the next "best one" comes along.

It is entirely possible that Sheepie has too much time on her hands, but we are not here to discuss that right now and I'll thank you to use your judgement for more important things like corporate corruption and kittens with big, sad eyes who need homes.

The pricier pencil had the advantage of being of durable construction.  It was also yellow and who doesn't love a yellow pencil?  They are so much harder to lose that way.  However, its diameter was skimpy and Sheepie likes her pencils on the fat side.  She would need to forever use this pencil with a sparkly, plastic gripper thingy which, while not necessarily a bad thing, doesn't always project the image of a Very Serious Writer Of Very Important Things.

The less expensive pencil was not as hefty as the first, in spite of it being more gifted with girth.  It did not come in yellow, but offered the writer the choice of a blue or black housing.  (The leads are the same color no matter what)  It also sported an eraser, something its vivid competitor did not.  I'm not married to the idea of an eraser, truth be told.  I actually don't erase when composing drafts longhand.  Sometimes the best stuff is the stuff you didn't appreciate the first time around.  It's kind of like yard sales...if you look hard enough you find treasures in the cast-offs. I cross out, but I almost never erase.  

Still, it was nice to be given the option to do so should the urge to wipe out my horrific misspellings overtake my creative rules...

In the end, I planned on keeping both pencils.  I did, after all, go to great lengths to obtain them.  But one was going to be the winner.  Would it be the luxury pencil, bright of hue and sturdy of make?  Or would it be the economy class pencil, forgiving of mistakes and rotund enough to make sparkly grippy things unnecessary?

It was a quandary.  But in the end, only one could claim victory.

It was the cheaper pencil who belted out that ululating victory cry.

I threw some knitting in there so that people wouldn't forget that this is still something of a knitting blog.  As you can plainly see, I knit several rounds while riding the little exercise bike today.  Plus it sort of provides a little bit of scale for the mighty pencil who has so thoroughly consumed my time for days and days on end.  

I seriously do need to examine my life a bit, I think.  It is certainly possible that I have lost just a little bit of perspective...

SA