it’s a shame about the weather

Tomorrow is Canada Day. It’s also Canada’s 150th birthday. Naturally, oodles of festivities are planned for this, and we, here in the Maritime provinces, will get three days of RAIN. The bad stuff has already moved in — the fog is pretty dense this morning. My husband’s son and girlfriend had planned to visit us … to go camping with their new tent trailer, but how much fun is that in pouring rain?! The visit has been postponed.

Yesterday, I was talking with my friend back home — the one who came to visit last summer — about how we, with age, seem to get more comfortable in our own skin, so to speak. I’ve thought about it from time to time, but it’s never been as evident as during my last trip to Sweden:

There are two, big department stores in Stockholm. One is old and very posh … comparable to, perhaps Harrod’s in London, U.K. or rather … Fortnum & Mason. The name is NK [Nordiska Kompaniet]. Over the years, when I’ve gone there, I’ve always had little bouts with some kind of inferiority complex. The people working there [mainly women] seemed to be so ‘perfect’ with their clothes and make-up … I felt like something the cat dragged in. I thought they looked snooty (probably all nice, sweet people). Three years ago, when I was there, I basically walked in and out again.

This time, though … I seemed to have forgotten all about it! Didn’t have that feeling at all! I was there several times, browsed around, drooled in their porcelain department and also, of course in their fountain pen store.

Either, this comes with age, or I’ve must have gotten really far, working with my own ‘soul searching’. I’ve always been of the persuasion that I’m no better than anybody else, but, I’m no worse either. I guess that finally sunk in πŸ™‚ The person in the pen store there was so nice, and we had discussions about fountain pens … nothing could have been farther from my thoughts than feeling inferior.

DSC_1853Having said all that; here’s a picture of my latest acquisition. A Pelikan Tortoiseshell with a bottle of Edelstein Smoky Quartz. I have other Pelikans, but this has the classical Pelikan striped body. Luckily, the ink was thrown in as a gift [that’s expensive stuff], because honestly I don’t know what to think about the colour. It’s brown. Okay, it matches the pen, but that’s only visible to me. I’ll keep it for private use … not letter writing πŸ™‚


14 Replies to “it’s a shame about the weather”

  1. Canadians know how to dress for the weather. Too bad it isn’t a perfect bluebird day for the celebrations, but it shouldn’t dampen our spirits. Love the pen and ink photo!

  2. Oh I want you to write me a letter with it. I have some brown ink too and love it.
    I think that does come with age. I used to be the same way and part of it is here at the counters of the nicer stores sometimes they seem to act like they are doing you a favor but I thought, hey, you’re the one working and got over it. Seems my money spends just about any place no matter what the attitude is.

    1. I will … for sure! It’s heavenly to write with — that and the Pelikan nib together on Tomoe River paper … that’s a match made in heaven LOL The whole Edelstein line is gorgeous, but the Sapphire is my favourite.

      Yes, they’re the ones working there, and they’re the ones that should get over themselves. Same thing with young people in electronics stores … they seem to think they’re ‘cool’ just because they’re working there.

  3. Something happened when I turned 60 Rebby; I just decided I was who I am & I no longer feel inferior…it was sort of a conscious decision to no longer ‘feel’ inferior. Maybe that feeling a hold over from the ‘old’ days perhaps?
    I am happy you had such a lovely visit when you went ‘home’ & enjoyed the department store. And I adore that Pelikan pen; it is beautiful…
    (((hugs))) & Happy Canada Day, Sherri-Ellen & Dharth Henry ❀ ❀

    1. Yeah, it’s funny how that happens. Here in SJ, I’ve never felt that way. It’s when I get back it tends to rear its ugly head. In the beginning here, I felt a little … not inferior … don’t know what to call it, because I didn’t speak English with a North American accent. Geez! Then I had some kind of awakening: WHY would I?! I’m not from here LOL So that was a good thing.

  4. I’ve heard about the 150th anniversary of Canada this year – I write for a collector’s magazine and have covered the collector’s coins and notes that were issued for the occasion (and that look pretty cool though I’m personally not too much into this stuff). Shame about the weather for sure – but that’s quite like Canada, unpredictable, isn’t it?

    I’m still comparatively young, I guess, but I have also noticed that with age, I’m over so many things that used to worry me. It’s good news. I still feel awkward in a setting which is clearly not my class and I don’t really seek this kind of places out, but if I had some legitimate business to do there – like drool over pens – I’d just go and wouldn’t give a shit. All people are just people.

    1. Occasions where I’ve been either over- or under-dressed … I feel dumb. Still. When I want to drool over fountain pens, I don’t give a shit πŸ™‚

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