I think the number one comment I hear every day is "WHOA! It smells like pencils in here!" If I'm going to be honest, I barely smell it anymore. And while I'm being honest here - I love that you love the smell of pencils.
I recently overheard a conversation in which two strangers discussed their careers. Without missing a beat, one of them announced "I'm a cyclist and a novelist." Wow, I thought, what's my personal elevator pitch? As it turns out, I have a pretty intriguing one sentence headliner.
I'm the shop manager of a pencil store in NYC.
I now consider myself a full blown pencil lady (I even have a Swiss Wood tucked in my hair at the moment) and can't believe how many interesting, inspiring, and just plain fun customers I get to meet each and every day.
I say corny things like "every pencil has a story" because well, they do! And I've been proven right by the many people I talk to from all around the world. They recognize pencils from India, Switzerland, Japan, and even right here in America as the very tools they used as children at home. You would not believe how many people fondly remember buying pencils at the beginning of every school year.
The point is, I get to collect all of these wonderful memories for myself and that just feels selfish not to share with you. So here are some bits and pieces of this past month and what it's like to sit behind that big wooden desk five days a week. There are lots of dogs, tons of pencil photo shoots (which almost feel like mini art installations every time someone watches us through the windows), and many incredible faces who bond over their love of writing instruments.
Did I mention how fun my job is?
(The pencil ladies are also unusually obsessed with Supermoon Bakehouse)