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Handcrafted.

Never underestimate the power of a handmade treasure on a Monday. I got this at the Torpedo Factory in Alexandria, Virginia during my east coast days, and it always warms my soul. The color is soothing and rustic, the handle is exquisite, and I can remember the man who made it and sold it to me. Also, the Torpedo Factory makes me think of Old Town ice cream, which is a memory bound to make anyone's day better.





This treasure has the perfect little spot at the top of the handle for my thumb to sit, and holding it just so makes me think of all the lovely desks it's been to with me, and how far we've yet to go.

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