Why I Love Office Supplies…and Other Strange Afflictions

I haven’t done this in 4 days although it was my intention to write every day in November. That being said, I thought I would explore my love of office supplies and other reasons I could be crazy 🙂

Sometime in the eighth grade I wanted to stand out. I read a lot of Babysitters Club books, and I desperately wanted to be Stacy. I wanted to be fashionable and different like she was in the books. Yes, she is the one with diabetes, but overlook that and she’s the cool girl from New York City. Mind you when I was 13 I lived way outside of Nashville Tennessee.

I was seriously not cool (see Babysitter’s Club at 13 above.) There happened to be a girl in my grade that was known for being that unique and different someone. We were never friends, and I did not even really talk to her.Her parents were artists and former hippies. Everyone seemed to act like if it was going to be , what we would now call, trending, this girl was going to start it.

Although we were not on the same page for anything, I was desperate to have that status. I wanted to be “trending.” So, I bought a terrible pair of striped pants. I never wore them. A fact that infuriated my mother, but it was the early 90’s and you can only imagine the ugliness of these pants.

Then there were these pens. Lisa Frank had these Art Deco Pens that wrote in cool colors. In eighth grade, we could write in pen for the first time, and I was going to have the coolest pens, I was going to have  the colored paper, and I was going to have a Trapper Keeper that expressed my inner unicorn waiting to get out. Yes, I just said Lisa Frank and unicorn.

I was young and terribly naive to the world. I was bright and caught on quick, but terribly innocent.We were leveled off academically and I was in the high group. I would talk to anyone and everyone and had friends in the lower groups. Friends who were doing things that the Babysitter’s club did not. Those books were my reference for responsibility, and before being different, I wanted to be responsible and practical. After all, there were pregnant girls in seventh grade, and I knew how that happened. There was drug use going on with people I knew. Simple little me believed that the way to my being a unique individual was reading books and having cool Lisa Frank ink pens. These pens (and the books I read) protected me from the scary world.

Even in college, yes I said college, I had a hot pink furry binder. It alone attracted more attention than I did and was a conversation piece. Maybe I can’t say I’m creative and awesome with my clothes and certainly not my hair, but I can get your attention with a crazy binder or a bright shiny pen. So, even today if I find an office supply that is unique I have to have it.

When times get tough as an adult, I go back to those pens, and hold on to them. I write with their colorful ink. I love these items.They remind me of playtime and a time when I cared more about having unique stuff than being interesting myself. It also reminds me of how scary that 13 year-old world was, and that I got through.Today it seems there are few problems I have that a proper pen and paper cannot fix (maybe a book too)


About schmeggo

Hi there and welcome to my little piece of web. I am a wife, a step mom,mom, and a teacher among other things. I am addicted to school supplies and getting things for as little as possible. During July and August I spend Sundays coming the papers and stalking my local Staples trying to find items at prices that I can get over 120 of them. During the school year, this is a personal blog of educational interest. I am by no means an expert on education and child rearing, but through trial and error, I hope we can help each other out. Whether you are buying for one or one-hundred, kindergarten to college, I hope that my little web space can help you find something trendy or cheap to make back to school on any day easier.
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