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Trading Spaces

Posted by Dirck on 14 August, 2013

As a complete aside to open; what would possess anyone to allow people to commit interior decoration their house without a hint of consultation and at a forced-march pace?  I understand how the show from which I lift my title got aired, as people will slow to gawp at traffic accidents, but who volunteers to be in a traffic accident?

I am certainly not engaging in an ill-considered remodelling of my home.  I am engaging in a profoundly-considered remodelling of the home of my pens.  Well… as profound as a rather sick man can engage in in the course of two minutes.

This past weekend, my father was emptying out a house which he’s used for nearly two decades as a combination architecture office and covert home-brewing establishment.  I had promised to assist, despite the ongoing-if-waning incapacity my wrist spraining represents, and despite the onset of migraine I went to do my filial duty.  I didn’t last very long, but there was a perfect mob of people helping out so I don’t feel too badly about it.  While gathering up my first tiny little non-taxing load, a couple of items of furniture jumped out at me.

The first was the great cabinets in which blueprints were stored.  How many pens might I keep in a drawer a full meter on each side?  The calculation of the answer to this delightful question was set aside by the sensible follow-up question; what opening in my house could a piece of furniture 110cm x 120 cm x 150 cm pass through?  Even if one could pursue the only answer to that (the picture window), there’s the matter of a permanent place to install it that didn’t render it a sort of household altar to replace the questionable lararium of the TV cabinet.

Next to that great oaken approach-avoidance conflict, though, was a mini-it of sorts.  Two units, composed of six relatively small drawers, which in ages past had been used to store sheets of letraset.  My Dad was a great attender of government office equipment auctions in the 1970s and ’80s, and these things were loot from that source; what sort of flat materials the federal government had kept in them prior to the sale, I can’t guess, but having been forced to put aside thoughts of the larger cabinets, I made away almost instantly with the smaller ones.  Even in my enfeebled state, it was a one man job to move them.

The question “How many pens might I keep” in it doesn’t have a firm quantitative answer just at the moment, but from a more qualitative standpoint I can say plenty.  Let me treat you to a rare picture of the Chamber of Secrets, deep in the bowels of whately Stain Manor:

Superman has Kandor, Batman has a dinosaur; I've got pens.

Superman has Kandor and the phantom zone projector, Batman has a dinosaur and a load of vehicles; I’ve got pens and pen-related junk.

The pale item with the junk atop it to the right is the previous pen cabinet, a steel object found at a garage sale which once held invoices from an insurance agency located in a delightful art-nouveau adorned building, now smashed aside by progress.  It had just recently run out of room for the non-valuable pens in my collection, so this massive expansion of capacity is timely.  At the current rate of increase, I should be good now for about twenty-three years.

Heck, those things are nearly as big at the presentation box for a Pelikan Souverän!

Today’s pen, awaiting a rest behind the “Germany” label: Pelikan M20
Today’s ink: Diamine Prussian Blue

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