A white journal, a black notepad with a funny inspirational quote on the front, a four-coloured pen, a red diary, a smaller diary just to remind me of the other stuff in my bigger diary, gel pens, highlighters, novelty paper clips, envelopes in all shapes and sizes, random notepads with lines and without – I love and own them all. I love stationery.
No really, like obsessed. There is nothing like the excitement in September, knowing that the orders are going in for next year’s diary. All that hope and possibility within its pages. All the dates that could be filled with excitement and success. All the fun that could be had within its lines. The smell, the freshness, the clean cover, the non-bent pages…
The pure joy that a fresh notepad and pen gives me, the creative genius that could become those pages, the wonderful ideas that could spring forth from within the lines of my book. All the ideas that have been waiting, needing a clean, fresh place to be written (in black ink).
I’m not alone. I know there are many stationery lovers amongst us. Teachers, lawyers, accountants, mothers, tradesmen, sales reps – all of us spending too much time drooling through Officeworks, having mini conniptions in Kikki K and trying to control our breathing around Back to School time in the supermarkets.
It’s the idea of getting organised that I like so much – a new journal, a to do list, a shopping list, a weekly meal planner, a budget, a calendar – all those things give me hope that one day I will get my sh#t together.
And I buy them, I use them, they give me hope.
Then, sadly, I go back again and I can’t find them, they’ve been neglected and moved down into the bottom drawer of the kitchen, used as a scribble pad by my kids, or torn up in some horrible fight with our dog.
And I’m sad, for a moment – its beauty sullied by a stain from the bench, a crude drawing of a cupcake or worse, wasted wine. Their freshness, their hope, their possibility is gone, and along with it, my motivation to rip out the pages and try to clean it up. You can never forget what you’ve seen, it will never be the same.
But then – the thought hits me – it’s time to replace! And with that I’m off to the shops to salivate over my new love.