The Love of Fountain Pens
Have any of you ever used a real fountain pen? I’m guessing it’s probably a 50/50 coin toss. I fell in love with fountain pens literally at my father’s knee, playing with his Mont Blanc, the brand with the little white edelweiss flowers at the top. When I was in high school, we were required to write our school papers with fountain pens. I was so excited to get my very own.
I recently bought this fountain pen to add to my collection, a Cross pen celebrating The Year of the Snake, the year I was born into. The crazy thing is that I have almost no reason to write things with a pen anymore. When I do write with a pen, my hand refuses to hold one for very long. Some days, I can’t hold one at all, thanks to my longtime friend, Arthritis.
But love is often blind, as is my love for fountain pens.