(re-post)
There is something about pencils that delights me and always has. For years I wrote letters, stories, poems, dreams, journal entries, even a few of my books in longhand on lined paper with a pencil.
There are still pencils in every room in the house, in the glove compartment of the car, in my knitting bags, in the garden with a pad or roll of paper for notes or thoughts or scribblings or sketchings.
Finding these at a church sale had me replacing all of the above with one of these.
They write really well: the lead is the right shade and density: they are a good grippable size: the eraser works!
They are made from newspaper. The fact that they are made from newspaper is clearly evident and I like that very much.
There were eight in the box from an original dozen (one is already in the car). I got them all for a dime.