I’m sure that a lot of people will know what I’m talking about, when I say that stationery is just one of the greatest things in the world and that I am addicted to buying it. Honestly, I can leave a pair of shoes in the store, but a pretty new notebook to go with all the other notebooks, I’ve never used? It’s coming home with me.
However, I do feel like I’ve gotten a bit better with the craziness, but I still buy a lot of it. Notebooks, paper clips, pens, washi tape, sticky notes – if I would take pictures of all the things I own, I’m sure you’d feel better about your collection, cause trust me, you are not alone. Nowadays, I mostly buy with the intention of using it for work. Sure, it’s an excuse, although I do use a fair amount at the office, but my drawers are fuller than needed.
So let me tell you a little story about my craziness. A few years ago, I wanted to visit a specific store and go a little wild in the stationery department. It’s like an 1,5 hour drive, which is a lot for just one store. I was visiting my grandma and she lives a little closer to it than I do. Not much but every mile counts, right? So I was just feeling like spending all of my money on things I don’t really need and went for it. It was one of the most stressful trips of my life.
It started off with my not working navigation system. Cause back then, Google Maps wasn’t really on my radar, yet. So I just drove, as it turns out, in the wrong direction. Stupid me! So I called my dad and he told me where to go. At that point, I was already so frustrated that I kinda planned on driving back to my Grandma and just give up on it. But I didn’t.
Unfortunately, the weather sucked big time, it started to get dark sooo early and rush hour in a city is not fun at all. And when I was almost there, my navigation system, which, at some point, started working again, waited for the last direction to fool me again. That lead to me having to drive through the busy city and turn and turn and turn and get more and more stressed, every few seconds. Boy, did I regret that trip.
At some point, I ended up in some dead-end street and I just parked there and headed for the store. Since I didn’t know, whether or not it was allowed to park there, I was afraid that my car would be towed. So, I jogged. Yes, I JOGGED! I asked random people a couple of times for directions and eventually made it to the store. At that point, I wasn’t even excited anymore. A part of me just wanted to drive home, but now that I had made it, that would have been really stupid. I entered, all hot and sweaty, and I just rushed through it. Seriously, I grabbed a cart and just threw everything into it. I really didn’t enjoy it and I didn’t think about what I was buying.
Of course, this lead to a pretty large sum for some stationery. I was in and out of that store in about 25 minutes. Definitely not more. I had imagined like an hour of roaming around the store, having fun, picking out pretty things but nooo, it was all in a rush. And when I left the store, I realized that I wasn’t far away from my car. Definitely a good thing, but when I was looking for the store, I totally jogged my way through the streets, in a circle. I was so glad when I was back in my car. It wasn’t towed and I headed for my grandma’s sofa.
The funniest thing was my her reaction when she saw what I bought. She was like “Whaaat? You drove all the way for stationery??? I thought you found awesome shoes or a great jacket that you can only get in that city.” Ummm, no. I do these things for stationery. It’s ridiculous.
So yeah, I’m not kidding around when it comes to stationery. But I guess the point really isn’t whether or not you need it. It’s just pretty and I kind of collect it. I certainly have a collection of pens and pencils from all around the world and I try not to mess them up while using, as much as possible. I still have some from when I was a child and they truly make me happy.
And I do plan on using all of my notebooks. But there is just so much I can write to fill them up. They are all just so pretty and I always think hard about what to use them for. I want it to be somehow meaningful. Some of mine are actually hidden in my room and I would die, if anyone found and read them. I should get a safe. I never put down my name, though, which is kind of stupid, in case I lose it, but I just can’t.
My Grandma always says that she remembers me sitting somewhere, writing in a notebook, since I was a little girl. I’ve really done it all my life and I love that I still have really old ones. I always carry at least one notebook with me. I have to write down every idea, important or not. When I’m bored, before I go to sleep, in waiting rooms, during TV shows – pretty much anywhere and anytime.
Believe it or not, for work, I actually use plain and simple black ones from Moleskine. But that’s seriously my limit of professionalism. I guess it doesn’t really make sense when I pull them out of my Disney backpack, but so far, nobody has taken me seriously, any less. Most journalists are somewhat crazy, anyway. But my black notebooks, which I started using at my very first internship, just give me that work feeling, as stupid as it may sound.
Anyway, I wanted to share a bit of my obsession, although I won’t give exact details of how much unused stationery I actually own. I still plan on using all of it though, and I have a lifetime to succeed. But in case you have any great websites that I just have to check out, let me know. And before I forget, to-do-lists make me incredibly happy.