“A woman’s handwritting is like perfume.”

      Whether a note, not a grocery list, but an, “I like ya!   =  )  “, ink pressed by the sweaty hands that hold a pen, touching the paper with misty fingertips with alternate Ph levels. Sweat. Sweat.

     Its not all about the sweat but that smile we imagine you holding as you press the pen vigorously, using that lovely hand to be a ballerina with a ribbon for us. Handwrite us something on your precious paper or the palm of our hand. You write spirit perfume on our hearts. And we sigh in solace holding your ink.