I have this thing. About school supplies. I suppose office supplies could be included but staplers and hole punches don’t really do it for me. Pens and pencils and notebooks and paper and markers and push pins and generally anything related… I dig it.
I have a pack of Sharpies that come in 12 different colors. I bought a box of crayons last year for a quarter. One for me, one for PodMate. I know, Big Spender. I have a super fun notebook to keep my blog notes in. Recently, I purchased some colored pencils. A pack of 24. I had to have a box of my own after getting some for my niece’s birthday. To use with her Project Runway fashion stencil set. I envied a ten-year-old’s birthday gift – I think I may have a problem.
(I didn’t purchase the fashion stencil set. I thought about it – but then thought better of it. Vacation fund donation.)
I know that I’m not the only one that enjoys these little things. But I feel like a dweeb. I’ve tried sorting out exactly why walking down the Crayola aisle makes me happy and I’ve come to two conclusions:
1. I’m a crafter. I like crafting. I have a huge stockpile of scrapbooking supplies, boxes of paints and brushes, stamps and inks and even supplies to emboss things. I like to emboss.
2. I’m a girl. A woman rather. But definitely girly. But not like fru-fru girly.
The second conclusion falls into that old formal logic Venn diagram where not all school supplies lovers are women and not all women are school supplies lovers but a portion of them fit the bill. Are you asking why would I even think this? Never fear, I have reasoning behind my logic: my niece.
My Monkey of a niece is obsessed. We walk into Target or a book store or wherever, she flocks to look at ink pens and markers and journals in the coveted Crayola aisle. She always wants to go into the book store when she visits. Not for books to read. For books to doodle in. With pretty colors. Child after my own heart. This was me when I was ten. Hell, this is me now. A new pack of colored pencils excited me; I was immediately inspired to draw. And think of different ways to photograph the colors.
So tell me, am I on to something? Or am I completely wrong and possibly *gasp* stereotyping? Or am I just a complete weirdo that thinks about school supplies a bit too much? I could live with that last one… I do love me some colored pencils.