My Favorite Art Supply? It’s Not Even Close.

An Ode to Fineliner Markers

Let me introduce you to the loves of my life: fineliner markers.

They’re sleek. They’re colorful. They don’t smudge like rebellious ballpoints trying to ruin your day. And yes—I have every color under the sun. I might be physically incapable of leaving an art store without adopting one (or seven) more. Do I have duplicates? Absolutely. Do I regret anything? Never.

I use them for everything:

🖊️ Taking notes like a scholar with a personal aesthetic agenda.

🎨 Coloring with the precision of a caffeinated fairy.

📝 Writing out to-do lists that sparkle with possibility just by looking at them.

And I never write with regular pens. Oh no. Pens get everywhere—on hands, faces, sleeves, pets. Pens are chaos. I may own one somewhere… unless Nicky ate it? Fineliners are order. Controlled magic. Color-coded thoughts. Bold declarations in tiny, vibrant lines.

There’s something deeply satisfying about clicking off that cap, choosing a color that feels like your mood, and seeing it glide across the page with no smudging, no bleeding, just ✨perfection✨. Even when I’m just jotting down a grocery list, it feels like an act of art. Bananas? Pink. Yogurt? Teal. Existential crisis reminder to hydrate? Deep plum.

If you’re an artist, a note-taker, a doodler, or a recovering pen-hater like me—do yourself a favor and try a pack. Or twelve.

And if you’re wondering whether you need a second chartreuse… trust me. You do.

With Love,

Dana & Nicky