Wiggle Room
Dec. 4th, 2003 08:18 amI cannot praise the therapeutic effect of a small ledge full of flickering candles enough. Returning to work this week has wrinkled me in a funny way, and brought on a minor funk, so I dedicated last night to sending the funk on its way -- finding a little wiggle room for myself, as a dear friend suggested.
I started the evening by heading to Rose's Turn in the West Village to meet
roadnotes (and her new pen) and
curmudgeon I was pleasantly surprised when
baldanders and
coyotegoth showed up and I got to meet them as well. Four LiveJournal meetings in one night? It was a rare treat. I didn't come prepared with a piano bar song ready to sing, but now I know, and will arrive next time with sheet music under my arm.
Seeing all of
roadnotes's and
curmudgeon's excellent fountain pens and colored ink made me hungry for a visit to the Fountain Pen Hospital. I've promised myself that I can't make a trip there until after the new year, when the gift-buying is done and I can afford to dabble in the Private Reserve garden of color.
Side note: it was absolutely charming to see
roadnotes's smile when she held her new birthday pen. I haven't seen a grown person enjoy something so much, so purely, in a long time, and it was great to witness.
When I came home, I made some delicious chicken noodle soup. There is nothing like a good, homemade soup to create a warm space in the winter cold.
After that, I went upstairs and cuddled into bed with a book. When I finally turned out the light and blew out the candles, I noticed a swath of moonlight across the foot of my bed. I have a long-standing love affair with the moon, and its light. I wish that my bedroom window was bigger so it would let in more of that delicious light. With Rufus Wainwright's "Want One" playing, I pulled my pillow to the foot of my bed and lay down in the cool blue light.
I don't know why my soul connects so deeply to moonlight. There is something astonishing and comforting about being bathed in light from a heavenly body that is so far away, yet whose presence is palpable, bright on my skin.
After falling asleep there for a few minutes, I decided to crawl under my comforter from the wrong end and sleep there for the night.
This morning, to continue treating myself well, I'm eating marshmallows in my Cheerios. When my sister and I were younger, our parents didn't allow us to have junk cereal during the week. Our only option was Cheerios. On the weekends, however, they would treat us: we could have Cheerios with chocolate milk, or we could have Cheerios with marshmallows. I still prefer these sweet treats to most junk cereals. At least this way I feel like I've got a healthy base with a little fun on top.
I started the evening by heading to Rose's Turn in the West Village to meet
Seeing all of
Side note: it was absolutely charming to see
When I came home, I made some delicious chicken noodle soup. There is nothing like a good, homemade soup to create a warm space in the winter cold.
After that, I went upstairs and cuddled into bed with a book. When I finally turned out the light and blew out the candles, I noticed a swath of moonlight across the foot of my bed. I have a long-standing love affair with the moon, and its light. I wish that my bedroom window was bigger so it would let in more of that delicious light. With Rufus Wainwright's "Want One" playing, I pulled my pillow to the foot of my bed and lay down in the cool blue light.
I don't know why my soul connects so deeply to moonlight. There is something astonishing and comforting about being bathed in light from a heavenly body that is so far away, yet whose presence is palpable, bright on my skin.
After falling asleep there for a few minutes, I decided to crawl under my comforter from the wrong end and sleep there for the night.
This morning, to continue treating myself well, I'm eating marshmallows in my Cheerios. When my sister and I were younger, our parents didn't allow us to have junk cereal during the week. Our only option was Cheerios. On the weekends, however, they would treat us: we could have Cheerios with chocolate milk, or we could have Cheerios with marshmallows. I still prefer these sweet treats to most junk cereals. At least this way I feel like I've got a healthy base with a little fun on top.
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Date: 2003-12-04 09:05 am (UTC)I have a really nice pen that my brother gave me for graduation...my roommate borrowed it once without telling me...and I was looking for it for two months.
i know it's a pen, but it has sentimental value.
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Date: 2003-12-04 09:55 am (UTC)I love my simple Aurora fountain pen. They don't make my model anymore, but the Aurora Satin Ipsilon collection is close to what I have. Relatively inexpensive, durable, and they have a three year warranty. My pen broke this summer after a year of hard use, and for $15 they fixed it perfectly.
I also adore my Monteverde Intima fountain pens. It looks like the FPH doesn't carry them right now, but here's the link to the company's page (http://www.monteverdepens.com/intima.html) where you can ogle the delicious colors. I have the blue one and the tiger eye one, and I'm lusting after the lava red and ivory pearl ones too.
Sheaffer and Waterman are two brands that have also been highly recommended to me.
Is your graduation pen a fountain pen? Have you used them much? I can't speak highly enough about them, so stop me if I go on and on. ;)
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Date: 2003-12-04 10:18 am (UTC)My pen is a silver Piere Cardin, regular ball pen. I love it, although it's pretty worn and scratched up.
I checked out the link. I'd like to get a fountain pen! Yeaaaahhh!
P.S. I liked the black and white one you picked out. Score!
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Date: 2003-12-04 10:36 am (UTC)Okay, but really. I have to go make a new Pen Geek userpic now. I mean-- make copies! Make copies!
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Date: 2003-12-04 04:20 pm (UTC)Name dropper ;)
Date: 2003-12-04 11:46 am (UTC)Re: Name dropper ;)
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