The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings”

I would have cherished anything he picked for me. Simply because he always gets me this way.

A dip pen with different width nibs, jars of handmade blue and black ink.
A brass monogram – the letter “C” – and sealing wax….
And a stash book….Blue and cream….shells and words embossed in silver….Journey, Find, Travel, Explore, Seek, Adventure.
The perfect place for bookplates, notecards and stationary, the pen and inks, and sealing wax…large parts of me, of who I am.

Nothing could be more suited for the writer.
Or for the dreamer of ocean sounds, soft sand, shells and sand dollars to be collected.

Or for the one who writes you letters…
Me.

How did you know?