Another piece in my pen and pencil collection is a Wahl Eversharp Chatelaine style mechanical pencil. This style, embellished with chevrons and crowned with a floral relief, and based on the markings was probably manufactured in Chicago during the late 1920s or early 1930s.
This is another piece that is not valuable, but which I like very much as it feels comfortable in the hand, and is both practical and decorative (which warms my Celtic heart). I enjoy the pencils more than the pens, which is perhaps unusual since I much prefer writing with a pen.
While organizing some doo-dads and trinkets and assorted such memorabilia left by my great-aunt Bessie, I rediscovered my pen and pencil collection. This morning, I decided to clean up the bunch.
One interesting pen I worked on is a Parker Challenger – a fountain pen. After some light research, I learned that this pen was manufactured 1934 – 1941, and is a button-filler type – meaning, one places the nib in ink and depresses a button at the end of the pen to suck the ink up into an internal ink sac. The initial release of this pen had an ornate ball clip which was redesigned in 1937 to a tapered clip engraved with the maker name; the style of my pen thus tells me it dates from between 1937 and 1941.
This isn’t a terribly valuable pen – collectors may pay between $30 and $80 depending on condition – and my hands become excessively stained while cleaning the thing. But it’s pretty, and valuable to me, so I’ll keep it as a display item to enjoy.
While roaming through a dreamscape of both awful and awesome home design, I ran across this fabulous concept: a shipping container converted into an office.
My daydream of an ideal home includes a separate space for a music studio, where my husband and I can play either individually or invite friends for an improvisation or practice session. Building such a space from scratch is costly, and when I saw this container idea I was immediately smitten.
Friday before the last my husband had a bonus day off from work and, as I likewise was at liberty before starting my new job, we enjoyed the rare pleasure of being at leisure together on a weekday.
The morning was spent exercising our pup at Point Isabel, which allows off-leash romps along a bay shoreline boasting vistas ranging from mountain to cityscape. Once she had exercised appropriately, we dried her off and returned home.
The question arose: what to do with the afternoon? While the weather was pleasant, it was not quite enough to tempt a stroll downtown, and neither of us was particularly interested in shopping. We opted to see a movie: Gravity.
We selected the 3D cinema experience, and were not disappointed. The effect was executed adeptly, and a far cry from the days when one might duck in one’s seat due to ‘flying debris’. Some scenes led me to feel downright woozy with motion sickness, and so effectively so that a recollection of the event evokes a faint taste of iron.
Aside from the special effects, the performances were fantastic and the story compelling and exciting. Lots of danger, unexpected and breathtaking twists of fate, and allegory so deftly woven through that it never feels heavy-handed. I admit to shedding some tears – for me, this was not an action movie but rather a story about the meaning of survival.