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A fond memory from when I was a young girl is the contents of the first divide of my dad's top middle desk drawer. Laying ready for use were mechanical pencils that intrigued me, wooden pencils with unusual eraser holders, a magical slide ruler, and the lingering smell of wood and lead. Maybe the contents of that drawer is what cultivated my absolute love of vintage office ephemera; labels outlined in red, bulldog clips, cloth bound ledgers, and specialty pencils. I can't resist. I was thinking about this when I reached for my vintage pencil tin to do some sketching for pattern ideas. Seems I've managed to fill it with a collection of things that remind me of my dad.  And then my thoughts went to all the rug designs that fill museums, books, and Pinterest. So often you see repeated design items as if the patterns were available commercially, or adopted in regional areas like quilt block patterns from the same era. I remembered reading a story about a man who had bee

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