Before I start, I would like to note to anyone who caught the reference in my title, that it is surprising to me how much the movie You've Got Mail has effected my subconscious.
Who knew?
For anyone who doesn't know, I have had a life-long love affair with school supplies. If you're like me you know exactly what I'm talking about. Pencils, pens, pencil bags, CRAYONS, map pencils, highlighters, bottle glue, stick glue, scissors, rulers, protractors, folders, binders, NOTEBOOK PAPER, CONSTRUCTION PAPER, SHARPIES!
Take a minute. Step back. Breathe.
For me, school supplies has always been one of the highlights of the school year. It gives me an excuse to show my Nerdness. Whoops, forgot Play-Doh. Perfectly valid school supply.
I submit, for your consideration, that school supplies have the innate ability to make your day better. Walking down the school supply aisle for me is what walking down the candy aisle is for others. Or the electronics aisle or the toy aisle. I want it ALL! I can spend half an hour deliberating on what kind of folder to purchase. Which crayon box should you get? At least the box with 24. Better yet the box with 64 and the crayon sharpener in the back. And the mysterious Someone who's job is to come up with the names for the colors? I've coveted their position since I was in elementary school.
You can't tell me that a brand spankin' new box of Crayola or those giant packets of Sharpie don't make your blood rush a little faster in your veins. I love the smell of crayons in the morning!
I've also been known to be something of a notebook hoarder. I find notebooks comforting. If you search my house you will probably find close to 10 composition books. Some are empty, some are half filled. Each one has a specific purpose which may or may not end up as it's fate. I have to have a notebook around. I carry one in my purse. Bored? Excited about an idea? Worried about life? Get out the notebook.
When moving out of my parents' house officially I decided to get rid of or give away half of everything in my room. It took several days of cleaning and during that time we found upwards of 20 notebooks that I had kept since my childhood. The interesting thing was that these notebooks were filled with the same kinds of information over and over and over. Lists, house plans, goals, etc. It wasn't the first time I had realized how strange I am but it was kind of shocking to be faced with so much hard evidence of the fact.
It's also a little disturbing to watch the movie Proof and realize that Anthony Hopkins' character, with his mountains of notebooks all over the place, could actually be me someday.
We're all a little OCD right?
This year I missed the school supply rush. I have no excuse to buy a new pack of pencils. I have no reason to purchase a package of notebook paper, no binder to put it in. And while I wouldn't want to walk down the school supply aisle in August anyway (way too crowded) I might mosey on by sometime this week.
You know, just to get my fix.
Who knew?
For anyone who doesn't know, I have had a life-long love affair with school supplies. If you're like me you know exactly what I'm talking about. Pencils, pens, pencil bags, CRAYONS, map pencils, highlighters, bottle glue, stick glue, scissors, rulers, protractors, folders, binders, NOTEBOOK PAPER, CONSTRUCTION PAPER, SHARPIES!
Take a minute. Step back. Breathe.
For me, school supplies has always been one of the highlights of the school year. It gives me an excuse to show my Nerdness. Whoops, forgot Play-Doh. Perfectly valid school supply.
I submit, for your consideration, that school supplies have the innate ability to make your day better. Walking down the school supply aisle for me is what walking down the candy aisle is for others. Or the electronics aisle or the toy aisle. I want it ALL! I can spend half an hour deliberating on what kind of folder to purchase. Which crayon box should you get? At least the box with 24. Better yet the box with 64 and the crayon sharpener in the back. And the mysterious Someone who's job is to come up with the names for the colors? I've coveted their position since I was in elementary school.
You can't tell me that a brand spankin' new box of Crayola or those giant packets of Sharpie don't make your blood rush a little faster in your veins. I love the smell of crayons in the morning!
I've also been known to be something of a notebook hoarder. I find notebooks comforting. If you search my house you will probably find close to 10 composition books. Some are empty, some are half filled. Each one has a specific purpose which may or may not end up as it's fate. I have to have a notebook around. I carry one in my purse. Bored? Excited about an idea? Worried about life? Get out the notebook.
When moving out of my parents' house officially I decided to get rid of or give away half of everything in my room. It took several days of cleaning and during that time we found upwards of 20 notebooks that I had kept since my childhood. The interesting thing was that these notebooks were filled with the same kinds of information over and over and over. Lists, house plans, goals, etc. It wasn't the first time I had realized how strange I am but it was kind of shocking to be faced with so much hard evidence of the fact.
It's also a little disturbing to watch the movie Proof and realize that Anthony Hopkins' character, with his mountains of notebooks all over the place, could actually be me someday.
We're all a little OCD right?
This year I missed the school supply rush. I have no excuse to buy a new pack of pencils. I have no reason to purchase a package of notebook paper, no binder to put it in. And while I wouldn't want to walk down the school supply aisle in August anyway (way too crowded) I might mosey on by sometime this week.
You know, just to get my fix.