I whittled another bamboo pen last night, while supper was simmering - a more elegant slimmer version with a sharper point. Then I tried to make myself slow down and do some careful drawings of what was left of the garlic bulbs after I'd made 20 clove chicken casserole for guests on Friday. One of our visitors, staying with us from Edinburgh, requested garlic, so boy, did he get it. Though it wasn't as potent as one would think, as the cloves were whole, and blanched first, so I hope he didn't clear the plane he flew back on the following night.
I love using the bamboo - the sharp point, which made beautifully fine lines, didn't last long, so I see why mas o menos (see previous post) said that you're supposed to work on the nib as you go along. I think I prefer the gentler look of the brown ink. I am annoyed with myself for not planning the drawings better to begin with, so one didn't go off the page at the top, and the other off the bottom.