This is the pencil sharpener from my grandparents’ house in Mena. I love seeing functional things like this that don’t deteriorate through the years – it’s just as useful as it was on its date of origin. I’m relieved that it isn’t totally foreign to my kids to sharpen a pencil in class, and despite moving my life closer and closer to paperless I still keep this and good supply of old-fashioned pencils and Field Notes Brand notebooks in close reach at my desk.
It steel feels like a moment of freedom to defiantly and distractedly jump up from what you’re supposed to be working on to stretch your legs, to use a manual device, to get a little bit of the lead on your fingers, to picture the perfect little cone shavings inside the thing and to recall the smell of a freshly-sharpened pencil.
Around here, it has to be almost Wordless Wednesday, because I can’t really live without words. I’m using these posts to share a few of the small but meaningful things around our home – the fond memories, tattered remnants and found objects that make me smile.