Oh yes, I remember being squirted (intentionally) by a permanent ink cartridge in school. On my favorite blouse. The pastor made the responsible boy pay for a new one by doing chores - what memories.
Not too long ago I found a bottle of ink and a true fountain pen, with the lever on the side for filling. Unfortunately I had to discard it because the bladder inside was rotted. I still do have all my drafting tools - a gift from my Grandad of his own set - when I was the first girl admitted to drafting class in my high school. Again a parent had to stand up for me - my Dad had to go to the teacher, whom he knew, and tell him he had to let me in. It led to 3 years of engineering school, a slight turn, and a lifetime in technology.
I used a double-edged razor for years to shave my legs, but now with my tremors, I would end up in the emergency room! I barely trust myself with scissors some days.
So, how is the packing going? My daughter and I got her condo finished last night - will complete her move on Friday & Saturday.
Sue