My mom brought me a couple of old fountain pens that she found in her rummage sale and antique shop adventures in Chicago. One is a white Sheaffer with a medium steel nib in great condition, and the other I am still trying to identify. If it weren’t so hot I would take the time to photograph it properly. Maybe tomorrow when this heat wave will supposedly break.
I’m thrilled with the white Sheaffer, which only required a bit of cleaning to bring it to working condition. It has an unfussy nib that starts true every time, making it a daily carry that I can easily pass along to someone who expresses an interest in fountain pens.
The other pen is prettier but needs work. I haven’t done more than minor adjustments on a nib before, or replaced an ink sac, and this requires both. But it seems like a fun challenge!
Writing from: the game room. Listening to: my finger pads on the tablet screen.
Time to refocus on my health, now that the parental visit is over and I managed to catch a cold.
I don’t do diets. Not being able to eat gluten is enough of a restriction for me, and I think that non-medically-mandated diets can encourage problematic relationships with food. I do, however, fully support reasonable guidelines for healthy eating. I first discovered Alton Brown’s four-list method about a year ago, and since then I have used Evernote to track my own progress with it. Today I decided to switch to a page in my Bullet Journal. I’m still fiddling with the layout but nothing beats pretty ink on nice paper.
Maybe the orange ink will encourage me to eat more carrots. I can’t believe I haven’t eaten a single carrot all week!
We all have those days. You know the kind. The emotional hits start and they keep on coming. That’s when I turn to Jack’s mantra from “Croupier”, a favorite film of mine. And some pretty ink the color of well-loved blue jeans doesn’t hurt at all.
Because the Pilot VP medium nib doesn’t put as much ink on the page as the fine nib on the Pelikan M320 does, the shading is more subtle. I’m enjoying how deep the orange gets with the Pelikan, though. Plus the colors of the pen itself fit more with the “sunset” theme.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Maxine the refrigerator buzz and chug.
It was a long, dark time with only one bottle of ink, but I now have another one that brightens things up considerably: Noodler’s Apache Sunset. I’ve been interested in this ink for a while, and after seeing it perform in Brian Goulet’s review of his top seven shading inks I decided I’d shove myself out of my comfort zone enough to try an orange ink.
Apache Sunset does not disappoint. It has a crazy amount of shading, even with a fine nib, from pale gold to vermilion. And this is on a Rhodia No. 16 6 x 8 1⁄4″ Spiral Dot Grid notepad. Things get even wackier on Tomoe River paper, but that will have to wait for a proper ink review.
Writing from: a quiet room in Marin. Listening to: the rattle of a floor register. (Zen guards the heat greedily.)
The day I feared has arrived: one of the three fountain pens I filled right before Day 20 ran out of ink. (This photo-a-day project is handy because now I know how much ink my Conklin All-American holds, in days, which is more useful to me than milliliters.)
Luckily for me, I married a man who stashes ink in other countries.
Kind friends gave us a bottle of J. Herbin’s Emerald of Chivor, one of their 1670 Anniversary inks renowned for its crazy sheen. I did my best with a Rhodia No. 16 6 x 8 1⁄4″ Spiral Dot Grid notepad, some amateurish calligraphy, and the camera on my phone, but you should see a master in action.
Not much cheers me up faster than writing with a nice pen filled with beautiful ink.
Writing from: a quiet home in Marin. Listening to: Zen “zip-lining” (what we call her tiny squeezebox snores).
Today I missed a few opportunities for interesting photos: the view of Mount Tamalpais from my in-laws’ home, the all-but-deserted mall where FunkyPlaid and I got SIM cards for our phones, the tiny gopher nosing around the sunny back garden.
And now I feel like I am coming down with a cold, so I thought it would be a perfect time to crack open the Rhodia No. 16 6 x 8 1⁄4″ Spiral Dot Grid notepad that I won in a Rhodia Drive giveaway sometime last year. I’m using it to practice some lettering with my Conklin All-American. Rhodia paper loves fountain pen ink, and this snippet really shows off some of the remarkable shading of Diamine Ancient Copper.
Yep, that’s about all I have the energy for tonight. Now to sleep this proto-cold off …
Writing from: a quiet home in Marin. Listening to: vague sounds from a television somewhere else in the house.