I Finally Own A Fountain Pen

I wrote a Vintage Craze post on fountain pens last week.  I failed to mention that I was waiting on two fountain pens I had ordered and two bottles of ink.

Well, I now own two real fountain pens.  And here they are!

Hero Victorian and Pen & Ink Sketch fountain pens

Aren’t they gorgeous?  The silver one is a Hero Victorian and the black one is the Pen & Ink Sketch fountain pen.  The Hero is from this wonderful pen site, http://www.hisnibs.com

I highly recommend this site. The guy that runs it, Norman Haase, is a dream to work with. Anyone interested in a fountain pen should consider using his site.  I cannot rave enough about it.
 
The Pen & Ink (and yes, that is the title) came from Amazon.  It was only $9 with $7 shipping.  I can handle that.  And the pen I have is in extra fine.  Like I said in the fountain pen post, I need fine.
 
Both pens are completely different, but both are amazing.  I need to break the Pen & Ink one in, but the Hero.  Sigh.  I am in love with that pen.
 
And here’s the kicker.  I have two inks for the pens.  The Hero has this gorgeous burgundy wine color ink, Private Reserve Burgundy Mist.  The Pen & Ink has Private Reserve Sepia.  And the Sepia is beautiful as well.
 
I’ve already sent off a letter to my girlfriend with the Hero in use.  I cannot rave enough about it all.
 
So, now I can’t say I don’t have fountain pens. Yee!
 
Oh, and for those of you interested  :Vintage Craze – Part 5 : Fountain Pens
 
Signing off
~Kate

Vintage Craze – Part 5 : Fountain Pens

Nothing screams ‘vintage’ as much as a fountain pen.  Okay, there are probably other things, but you can’t deny that fountain pens are pretty vintage, even if they are still used today.

 

 I can’t say when I first decided I wanted a fountain pen.  Probably somewhere

8 Horses fountain pen

 in my teens.  I’m betting it was around the time of the Emilie Loring book phase I went through.  Any ways, they became
 

something I wanted to own.  They seem so delicate, yet they have been used for all forms of writing, long before there was such a thing as a ball point.  Or, horrors, a gel pen.  Personally, I hate gel pens. I use my Zebra ball points all the time, but if I had a good fountain pen,  I’d like to think that I would use that all the time instead.

SG2400 Blatt Fountain Pen

I do actually own ‘fountain pens’.  Thow of them, but I don’t really count them as true ones.  Which is silly since one of them is.  I just don’t feel that the $7 one from Walmart is really one that is that good.  For one, because the yahoos that designed it left the cap without an airtight seal, so the ink in the cartridges dries up too frequently.  Also the ink flows way to fast from the nib.  I guess that means it could be a medium or broad tip, but still.

The other pen I own is a disposable fountain pen a friend gave me last year.  I do happen to like it because it is pretty, bit it tends to flow too  quickly for my tastes as well.  Because I write erratically, fast ink means more mistakes.  I have never written smoothly in my life and I probably never will.  I do print more evenly, but seriously, when you think fountain pen, you think elegant cursive. OH, and my cursive is far from elegant.  Really messy might be a better description for what comes out of the end of my pen.  But I digress.

Montblanc new and old ink bottles

Montblanc

Fountain pens come in many different styles, and really cool ones come with converters so that you can fill them with the ink of your choice, allowing for great variations in style.  Say you are a bold woman.  Then you need an expressive pen, wide nib, and crimson ink for those love letters you pen to all your suitors.

Shy author, well then a modest pen, maybe one with a hooded nib.  Fine tip of course as you are dignified, and maybe just a nice chocolate ink.  Definitely modest.

Me, though I am not bold, I want a pen that one will notice. It must be elegant and feminine.  Not bulky, with a fine or extra fine nib due to how I write.  As for ink, well I’m a green or purple kind of girl.  If feeling really adventurous I might step into the world of crimson, but I like to think that would only be sued to write a lover.  Not for every day use.  I do happen to love brown and bold blue inks, but my first choice would be purple, my second choice being green.  And apparently I have given more thought to ink color than pen looks.  Hmmmmm.

There are some really great places online that you can purchase fountain pens.  My father has gotten on a kick, and started looking for me.  For the non romantics and bargain hunters, Amazon is a great place.  There were some incredibly wonderful pens there that I wanted, but they only came in a medium nib.

Some other great places are:

I would recommend if you are interested in fountain pens, to check out these sites.  Both X Fountain Pens and His Nibs sell ink as well.  I’m sure the other places might, but I haven’t looked.

Signing off  (with a flourish and blot)

~Kate

Vintage Craze – Part 4 : Vinyl

Vinyl.

It conjures up a host of images.  Or at least it does for me.  Vinyl seats at a diner.  Vinyl flooring.  Vinyl outfits that are really just too kinky and weird for my tastes…. Okay, moving on.

Isn't that a gorgeous look?

When I say vinyl, and I can’t believe this can be considered vintage because I grew up with this, I mean records.  Am I really that old? (ok, my parents and grandparents are older…)

Yes.  Gasp!  Those giant, round discs that existed long before cds and mp3s were ever thought of.  Do you know there are some people kids  who have no clue as to what a record is?  Now that is a horror to me.  And I’m not even how “vintage” records are, but well I’m calling them that.

I grew up with records.  We had stacks of them.  All my Psalty the Singing Songbooks.  All those goofy kids records we had.  We had tons.  Then all the records my parents had.  Oh my gosh did we have quite a few.  And then we would wear my grandmother out playing the records at her house when she would babysit us. (and she had one of those cool turntables that would take a whole stack of records, which really didn’t work for the story records as it would only play one side before dropping down a new record that was a different story…..)

I am in a record mood right now.  There is something so very nice about putting that large black disk onto the turntable.  Hearing that first scratchy sound of the needle hitting the edge.  Then the music finally playing in that slightly scratchy tone with it muted and mellowed out.  Not so super clear that the treble needs to be played with.

There is actually some music that we have on records that we also have on cds now. I prefer the record.  The cds are too clear.  Too perfect.  Too much treble.  I like the mellowed tone.

Today it was side B of Art Garfunkel‘s Breakaway album.  (by the way, people. I know quite a bit of 70’s music.  People are always surprised at what I know.  Yes, I like Chicago, Simon and Garfunkel, John Denver, etc.)  Oh and yeah, side B…  I could go on about the flipping of the record, but I won’t.

And after the Breakaway came Watermark, by the same artist, and finally one of my father’s John Denver albums.  I love to hear music from the turntable.  And can you believe that my parents got rid of a whole bunch of records when I was little because they didn’t listen to that music anymore, and now that I’m older, it’s stuff I enjoy!  It breaks my heart.

Now, I don’t do it as much as I used to.  I am quite in love with my mp3 player and I love cds.  And the record player is in a tricky spot so I don’t find it easy to play records all day long.  Besides, I don’t really want to hear all those kids albums so much these days. Hmm, I wonder why?  But I still love playing the old recordings.  There’s a homey feel to it.

What about you? Do you remember vinyl? And do you ever miss it?

Signing off

~Kate