No, I’m not going to write about the Rorschach Test 🙂. I highly doubt the accuracy of such tests anyway.
Some time has passed now, since I got the fountain pen. The ink cartridge that was in it, has lasted until now. I’ve used it quite a bit, so that was good. I’d ordered a, so called, converter, which makes it possible to use bottled ink. At the same time I ordered a bottle of ink that’s said to be fast-drying.
Well, now was the time to finally test this equipment. To fill the converter with ink was easy enough. The ink has a nice, blue colour that I like. To place the converter in the pen presented itself to be a huge problem. It was impossible — it didn’t fit. My pen is a slim model, and there was no way I could get it in there.
Went to Staples to see what they had, but that only made me wish I was back in Quebec City. I really miss the pen store they have there. Staples didn’t even have cartridges for the slim Cross pen model. Now I wait … for a delivery from Amazon.
During this process I got ink on my fingers. It was easily removed with Javex or whatever chorine brand it is we have here. This brought back a memory from the 80s. I had a pair of black jeans I really loved. They were rather expensive, but had gotten all faded, so they looked more grey than anything else. Someone suggested that I’d dye them, something I’d never done before. Didn’t think it could be all that complicated so I bought black dye and followed the instructions. This took place in a big pot on the stove.
I can’t remember now what exactly possessed me to put my hands in there. Perhaps I was trying to get the jeans out of the pot. Anyway, I did! That was a shocker … my hands looked as if I was suffering from a bad case of cyanosis and I couldn’t wash it off. No chlorine at home!!! The grocery store was nearby, so I went immediately to get some. I’ll never forget the eyes of the girl in the check-out, when I paid for it!
I never wore those jeans again, it didn’t turn out well.