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The Ink Spots

Posted by Dirck on 19 May, 2010

Who doesn’t like doo-wop? As much as I appreciate the contributions of the musical group of this name to the popular culture of the twentieth century, I am unsurprisingly more literal in my contemplation of ink spots today, and while I’m not altogether happy with the outcome, I can say that my heart is not actually broken.

My son, it seems, has discovered the joys of the fountain pen. My wife keeps a few Sheaffer No Nonsense models on hand for her writing, and the lad will exert himself mightily to get at them. His own crayons don’t move him, the markers we bought him are of only passing interest, but the fountain pens are a constant draw. We have, for the most part, kept him from really accomplishing much– usually he finds himself standing with a cap while one of us holds the actual inky object out of sight.

You can, I think, being to see where I’m going. Last night I came home to find my son sitting happily on the floor, drawing his favourite letter, O, with a marker, and displaying a vast blot of Poussière de Lune on the sole of his right foot. I found another couple of marks on his thigh latter while attending to diaper issues, which makes more sense than the foot, although the sole-stain is strangely reminiscent of something my wife inflicted on herself a couple of months ago. I wonder if there’s a history in her family of getting ink on one’s feet?

I also found a shirt with a stain on it, hanging in the bathroom, and as I found it I noticed that I also had an ink spot on my own clothes– low on my shirt pocket. This is not the first time this has happened, but it is always unexpected. The good news– while Diamine Majestic Blue appears to be even more anxious than most inks to escape its confinement, it is quite susceptible to removal with simple ammonia. Poussière de Lune is a little less inclined to depart from fabric. I’m not going to worry about it unduly, though, for into each life, some rain must fall (1944, with Ella Fitzgerald).

Today’s pen: Waterman Phileas
Today’s ink: Diamine Dark Brown (about which I will comment more tomorrow)

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