Rollerball Roundup

I have long been intrigued with the idea of a refillable rollerball - a truly refillable one, capable of using fountain pen ink in its myriad of colors and makers, and not a rollerball insert confined to a manufacturer's idea of what colors might be appropriate or popular.

With that in mind, over time I have purchased three of the more budget-friendly models: the Kaweco Sport rollerball, Noodlers rollerball, and the J. Herbin rollerball. Each has its advantages and its drawbacks.

Sneak preview: notebooks, the continuing saga

Just a hint of something coming up soon here...

A new chapter in the ongoing quest for a notebook I really like.

In celebration of fountain pens: Fountain Pen Day

Many have lamented the apparent passing of the days of good penmanship. Alarmist comments abound that computers have even robbed us of the tactile experience of handwriting, replacing it with keyboard pounding or phone texting (or often in my case, the rather retro experience of dictating to Siri - "Dear Mr Jones Comma Next Paragraph" hearkens back to my early days as a professional, dictating correspondence into a tape recorder or a phone-in system. Yes, I am that old).

In all this flurry of worry, it's nice to see a ray of hope - the first annual Fountain Pen Day. I like the idea of celebrating the fountain pen and the experience of handwriting.

Besides, the nice folks behind FPD #1 are having a giveaway of one of the famous TMLee journals, which is reason enough to celebrate! I have one (and, no, I still have not been able to make myself write in it!) and they are works of art!

Why don't you drop by the FPD website and see about entering? And while you're at it, mark your calendar for November 2, the first annual Fountain Pen Day. I am resolved to use nothing but fountain pens all that day, which may astound and annoy my coworkers...they'll just have to cope.

And I may have to buy another fountain pen to celebrate. Hmm.

And, a dandy of a Dandy

I have mentioned several times before my liking for - um, flashy things. Bright, shiny, pretty pens are my undoing. (Well, to be honest, bright, shiny, pretty things in general cause trouble for me.)

I don't know how I ever settled on this being one of my Bucket List pens; I suspect I saw a photo of one somewhere and said, "Wow! Gotta have one!" and then started looking. And looking - these are a bit hard to find in this color, and they tend to be budget-burning if you can find them, so I had to look for quite a while to find one that I felt comfortable with, pricewise. To be truthful, I wasn't settled on the pen model as much as I was the material/colorway, which Conway Stewart called Peacock.

(As always, all photos are clickable)

It's an interesting material. If it's not well-lit, it almost looks a little benign. Get some brighter light on it, though, and it blossoms.



Imprint reads:
THE DANDY PEN No. 720
Conway Stewart London
-------MADE IN ENGLAND-------

I bought this particular pen off of the Bay a few months ago. It came to me all the way from Scotland, where it had been part of someone's estate which was being liquidated. The pen has a couple of cracks - in fact, I found one while taking photos for this post. (I think it's a second one, and not an extension of the one mentioned below...though I'm not sure.)

 

Yikes!!! You can see it here, extending through the blue and purple

It came to me with a crack that ran from the pivot end of the lever across the body of the pen, perpendicular to the lever. The affordable price was related to this issue, and I rolled the dice a bit in buying it, but it seemed fixable to me so I went for it. I sent it along to one of the more well-known pen restorers in the US; he tried everything he could think of to stabilize the material, trying various techniques of "plastics welding," and he wasn't as successful as he would like to have been. The crack is not nearly as noticeable, but he doesn't feel it's totally reliable and cautioned me against much use of the pen, recommending I treat it as a delicate item.

And my reaction to that was to place it in the pen box as if it were made of spun glass. And leave it there.

Before restoration.
You can see the crack here, extending down through the green and blue.

And, after restoration. I can't really see it without a loupe.
(This also gives you a good look at the CS logo on the lever!)

A while ago, I posted on this pen and the mandarin Duofold, commenting that I really need to be careful with the attitude of "too nice to use." Frankly, I think it would be easier for me to replace the Duo if something should happen to it - they're not cheap, but at least they're available. I've only seen a couple of Conway Stewarts in the peacock colorway come up for sale in the year or two I spent looking; again, not cheap but even availability is an issue.

At any rate, I can now report that I have inked the pen and used it. It is beautiful to behold, and surprisingly comfortable to use; it's not very big, and certainly not so by modern standards, and it's light in the hand. (Of course the current fashion for pens seems to include OverSize Big Behemoth Pen of Doom sizes.) The balance is better if the cap is posted, and it's a bit short without, but I doubt I would post the cap often - I don't tend to write that way anyway, and with the fragility involved here I don't want to stress the poor little thing any more than necessary!

The nib is a capable 1930s nib, with little flex - and I don't want to put much pressure on any aspect of this pen, lest I cause more damage!

I love the heart shaped breather hole!

Given the cracking and the relative rarity of the pen (or at least of the colorway), I am likely to leave it in the pen box more often than not - not as too nice to use, but a treasure to treat with caution and respect.

Regardless, I thought you'd enjoy seeing the pen and the gorgeous coloring. It is indeed a dandy of a pen!

 

A sweet pen - in more ways than one

I have a particular fondness for 1930’s and 1940’s fountain pens, especially when brightly colored, made of celluloid or other early plastics. I think they’re pretty – and, on the whole, they are rather simplistic things, which means that they often still work well without being too finicky.

I’ve bought several, and will undoubtedly continue to pick them up as I see ones that catch my eye.

 

As always, all photos are clickable

Some of them are relatively fragile, and in an earlier post I mentioned that I had not plucked up the courage to use a couple of newer acquisitions for fear of damaging them. On the other hand, while I would hate to break either pen, neither is so precious it would be a loss to humanity if something happened – though my feelings might be a bit hurt.

The Marx Bros Clean A Fountain Pen

Or, how not to flush a nib.

Don't try this at home.

So, this morning I'm rushing around trying to pick up a few things before I get ready to go to work. I fed the parrot and was putting his dirty bowls in the dishwasher, when I spied a glass on the countertop that had about an inch of water in it. I could tell that Joe had been cleaning pens yesterday, and I thought to myself, "RatzlFratzl! that guy left a glass with an inch of water on the counter when he finished!" and picked it up and dumped it in the sink preparatory to putting the glass in the dishwasher Where Dirty Dishes Belong.

And heard a little rattly-tink as the water went down the disposal. Along with a fountain pen nib unit.

Says I, "Oh no! I just dumped a nib down the disposal!"

Says Joe, "Don't worry, I'll get it. You go get ready for work."

And then he proceeds to...hit the switch...for the disposal. Instead of the light switch right next to it.

Thereby destroying for all time an Esterbrook 1551 nib unit. We think he managed to fish out all the pieces. The disposal seems okay; it's a restaurant grade and reportedly can handle anything up to chicken bones, but I've never pushed it that hard; I don't have the courage.

So, if anyone has a nice 1551 unit they'd like to sell, we're in the market for one.

It is a full moon today, by the way. Be careful out there, friends.

Too Nice to Use

I think most of us have heard of a collector who purchases items for the mere sake of having them. This happens with fountain pens, as with many other items; I’ve seen articles about these people, some of them famous (for other reasons), who have rooms full of glass cabinets in which lie “collectible” pens as if lying in state.  Of course the pens are never used; they’re collectible after all.

I’m going to be snarky here – Joe and I have always treated the thought of such pens with a fair amount of derision, referring to them as “beanie babies,” and marveling in a horrified fashion at the amount of money that can end up invested in these collections.

I’m not talking about preserving the one example left of a rare, antique pen, rather more about things like the Sylvester Stallone pens, which to me have reached a new height of the ridiculous, and at a price that equals it. 

I have always prided myself in thinking that, if I buy a pen, I am buying it to use as a pen and not to put on a shelf and admire. 

Well, pride goeth before a fall, as we all know and I am about to be reminded. 

I have a few items that I have only semi-consciously labeled “too nice to use.” They’re not tucked away in display cases, but I still have never used them, for varying reasons.  

Three come to mind in my fountain pen hobby: 

1.      The Conway Stewart Peacock – I purchased this pen off of eBay, pounced on it actually, as it’s a rather rare color and only the fact that it’s the “Dinkie” size made it affordable for me. The pen has a crack in the barrel, extending from the forward end of the lever perpendicularly out about an eighth of an inch. I sent the pen out to one of the foremost restorers in the US, and despite all of his efforts he was unable to weld the crack together to stabilize it. Thus, the pen is a tad bit fragile; that, combined with the rarity of the color, has prompted me to leave it in the pen case since it came back from the shop.  

2.      The yellow Duofold. I even posted photos of this pen just after I acquired it, then sent it off to be cleaned up and resacked. And then put it in the pen case and left it there. The old yellow Duofolds are known to be fragile, because something about the components in the material used for the yellows has not aged well and makes the material brittle. Once again, it might be fragile, and it's a bit of a rare color, so I let it sit and sulk in the pen box. 

3.      The TMLee journal. TMLee, of Singapore, makes lovely handmade journals, and sells them on the Fountain Pen Network. The saga of his self-taught skills journey can be found in what is probably one of the longest threads on FPN, here. This journal is beautiful, precise, and pristine; I can’t bring myself to write in it. It feels as if something momentous should be written in it, but I lead a perfectly ordinary life and doubt I will ever have occasion to write “Today I won a Nobel Prize” or even “Today I won the lottery.”  

My goal over the next few weeks is to consciously use these items, and get over my reluctance. What is the worst thing that can happen? A pen breaks. Well, no one will die or go bankrupt if that happens, and I doubt any wars will result. I write something less than worthy of preserving for all posterity, something not so awe-inspiring as to create a sensation or even become a meme. Oh well.

I will then dedicate a blog post to each of these three items, so you can see them for yourselves and hold me to my word. 

Target acquired; stand by.

(Azizah, this one's for you; your comments about Rhodia Dot Pads got me to thinking!)