About Us

Whether you’re an artist, a calligrapher, a snail-mail penpal, a creative bullet-journaler, or another kind of inkthusiast, we want you to feel the weight of centuries, the care of craftsmen, and the vibrancy of a growing garden in your work.

Our Story

Athendale Pen and Ink Company sprouted from the calm and awe of misty walks through the hedgerows of a hometown, the devotional peace of lettering the ancient texts of Christendom, and the delight of uncovering hidden glory in the overlooked abundance around us.

Colleen Franklin began making handcrafted inks as a way to keep a classroom of restless high schoolers engaged in a botany course. The subtle, magical shades that they drew from a simple bucket of walnuts were mesmerizing. Wandering the hedges and creek banks near her home, Colleen found herself noticing colorful plants and wondering “will this make ink?” “What about this?…”

Eventually, she began offering bottles of her handmade colors to calligrapher, iconographer, and fellow educator Grant Kelley. His reverent lettering blended perfectly with the gentle richness of botanical inks. Combined with the warm feel of his own hand-turned wooden pens, the experience was inspiring: deeply grounded in centuries of tradition yet as fresh and local as flowers from the farmer’s market. 

Athendale Pen and Ink Company exists to share that inspiration with you. Whether you’re an artist, a calligrapher, a snail-mail penpal, or a creative bullet-journaler, or another kind of inkthusiast, we want you to feel the weight of centuries, the care of craftsmen, and the vibrancy of a growing garden in your work. The subtle comfort of a hand-turned pen and the shimmering magic of handcrafted colors call us deeper into our art—and maybe our art deeper into us—every time. We think the feeling is worth sharing, and we really hope you’ll love it too.


About Colleen

About Grant




When I garden, earth and earthworm pass between my fingers, and I realize that I am made of the same stuff. When I pinch the cucumber vine and the water drips from capillaries to the soil, I can feel the blood coursing through my body. Man is a microcosm in whose flesh resonates and reverberates the pulse of the whole creation, in whose mind creation comes to consciousness and through whose imagination and will God wants to heal and reconcile everything that sin has wounded and put in disharmony.

 –Vigen Guroian, Inheriting Paradise