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 🙂 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.
Having 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 🙂