White Lamy Safari and dark blue Pilot Prera
The future of handwriting is in question these days. With some schools embracing computers, penmanship has disappeared from the curriculum. I learned a long time ago with a cheap Sheaffer cartridge fed, plastic barreled fountain pen. A “nice” pen set used to be a standard graduation gift. For a time it was a fountain pen, then a fountain and ball point pen pair, then came ball point and pencil sets. Roller balls came next and other developments. Then the tidal wave of computers and now tablets.
I like pens, and I like writing by hand. Depending on my mood, I may want a blue ink ball point or perhaps the hard decisiveness of a medium nib black rollerball. With my eyesight going funky, I don’t often use a pencil anymore. I also have to watch when I am picking which pen to bring to dialysis. I don’t want something that is hard to uncap with just one hand. With my fistula in my left forearm, my left arm is busy and unavailable for four and a half hours three afternoons each week.
I have too many pens, I like buying pens and using them. I will never run out of pens Here are some of my finer pens:
Bottom photo: my Cross ball point pens
photos made with Sony H50