Reflections on Another Year as a Pen Clerk - 2015
It's the end of 2015, and wud'ja believe it, we're still here. And I'm still rambling. Here are my top five craziest moments of this past year:
- When we'd moved all of our stuff from the old shop, and our contractor stood there trying to stick a piece of rebar between units, and told us that the units don't connect. (They do, he was just sawing in the wrong spot. Thanks for that heart attack, Nick.)
- When Caleb totalled my Parker Lucky Curve nib. There were tears, and they were all mine as Caleb gleefully ran off to destroy something else. The pen is now back with patron saint of pens, Jeffry.
- My first day with the Hobonichi (December 16), and Caleb dropping a glob of butter on my leather cover.
- Caleb dropping & breaking a bottle of Noodler's Shah's Rose (pre-plastic bottle era), and flinging it across the packing area.
- That first night here in the new shop and apartment, with pizza and cracking open one of the last bottles of champagne from our wedding.
We survived another bustling and busy and blessed holiday season, with queue-ups of online orders and people at the cash and family holiday dinners, and now it's dark outside and warm inside and we're holiday-ed out. A time for reflection if there ever was one. I can hardly believe what a difference a year makes. Just like for babies when the first days and months and years bring the most changes and growth, for new and small businesses like us, it seems like each month has brought new and exciting and massive events, and each bump in the road has been number crunching and shop talk over dinner. But we're still here, and it's been a big year for us. We said good-bye to the shop where we first started, and to the landlord that took a risk on a brand-new business selling "old-fashioned trinkets" and pens and inks, and to the house we brought Caleb home to. We renovated a few industrial units and piled our worldly goods into vans and trucks to move across the city. We opened up shop down a laneway, praying with fingers and toes crossed and a rabbit's foot in some box some where (if Super hasn't already found it and eaten it) that it was the right decision for the shop and the family to take this new place and call it home. We held our first Letter Writing Club and Vintage Pen Market and Children's Handwriting Classes and hired our first (paid) helping hands. We had our first exclusive ink colours - Noodler's Plains of Abraham and Raven Black, and we watched nervously as they flew off the shelves. Blue Midoris and Emerald of Chivor and Lamy Copper Oranges and TWSBI ECOs and Hobonichis. I've written blog posts about this and that and nothing at all and sometimes a pen or two, and discovered washi tape and baked my first loaf of bread, after having bread books collect dust on my shelves for years (ironically, the recipe was found on the internet). We've made friends with a new coffee shop and new neighbours and new local treats. New dog friends at the dog park. New baby friends at the playground. New pen friends. But still some old ones. After two Christmases in business, we had our first Christmas tree for the shop, which we went out and hunted, killed and dragged home ourselves.
We made it through the first year of Caleb's life (all four of us, if you're including the dog), and Caleb has morphed into this bizarre little hoo-man, with his own ideas and inside jokes and opinions about everything, pattering around in circles and climbing over boxes and under tables. He's started walking, and talking, and grabbing the dog's tail, and doing hilarious things like imitating Jon on the phone or putting rolls of toilet paper into the toilet and - what! - riding a tricycle. I blinked, and I'm in Oz. So here are my dreams for the new year:
- Making soup. Bone broth in the winter and cool soups for the summer. Getting a soup pot.
- Swimming lessons for the little fish. Apparently it's hard to get into city classes, so we might have to go old-school, with Jon in his trunks.
- Write more. Write more slowly.
And tonight! My Indian take-out and Netflix night. I will let you know how it goes. Probably something along the lines of eating Indian take-out and watching Netflix :)