Ah, I have too many pens. Or so my dear wife tells me. How many is too many, I ask myself?
I'm a British expat currently living in the mountains of North Carolina, and my love of pens (though not FPs) started early. I started collecting and learning about our inky friends about a decade ago, first focusing on the best of Europe (British Parkers, Conway Stewarts, Pelikans), then widening my interest to American pens when I moved across the pond. Now I'm gingerly exploring Japanese makers, seeing whether it's possible reconcile a love of German stub nibs with an admiration for Sailor's extra-fines. And like so many of us, I adore school pens.
I love that the golden age of the FP combines the technological advances of mass production with individual craftsmanship, that such small works of art were once on every desk, and that a well-maintained pen from the mid-1900s writes like a dream. My prized possessions? The Pelikan 100N, the O/S Balance in Marine Green, the Skyline with the flex nib that writes like a quill. And I could so easily go on...