The Estie gets a new sac.

I am going through my pen collection with the eagerness of the several-times-successful resaccer, looking for other pens whose sacs have expired and crumbled in their barrels.

Poor Estie
Poor Estie

I’ve had this Estie for years. The sac survived me and my predilection for poisonous ink since I purchased the pen, but all suffering must come to an end.

Bits of dead sac
Bits of dead sac

Dried crumbs of rubber were stuck inside the barrel, together with ink residue.

A new sac, shellacked
A new sac, shellacked

I spared you the rest of the images, as there were simply too many tiny scabs of rubber to peel away, and I know you are a sensitive audience.

Success
Success

Instead, let me give you the happy ending. I wish I could fix piston fillers, too, but I’m not that mechanically minded. Replacing sacs is an easy thrill, and a quick reward.