The monomaniac at the helm of C. W. Pencil Enterprise is Caroline Weaver, a 24-year-old Natalie Wood look-alike with a pencil tattooed on her forearm. Her store is the size of a juice box, with a checkered floor and jars of yellow button chrysanthemums sprinkled around. With its spanking newness and luminous blocks of color, the place looks like an Edward Hopper canvas. (Or, as the website Racked put it: “This Fancy Pencil Store Is Begging to Be Instagrammed.”). And it really does sell mostly pencils. Which is insane, but in an entrancing way, as if Captain Ahab opened a boutique of whale trinkets.
While I take a certain umbrage with the “well, isn’t that precious” way the article is handled, I found the idea of such a shop wonderful.