waiting for the stationary shop to open
I spend so much of my time waiting: at traffic lights, clinic waiting rooms, for my children after school, at my parents’ as the children suffer with the tutor. Usually I have a notebook or sketchbook in my bag somewhere, or a book to read, so I’m always taken care of. I got to Mogahwi early this morning with twelve minutes to opening time. I panicked for a second (literally) because I didn’t have any of my books with me. I knew that I’d have paper though, maybe a receipt, invoice, something. So I found these. And lucky for me, I had one of my Isograph pens with me.