I have a guilty secret--a shameful addiction.
It's not books, although I have far more of them than I have time to read and most of my shelves are double-stacked with books. But I don't feel guilty about that particular habit, nor is it a secret from anyone who knows me--especially anyone who steps foot in my house.
No, what I'm admitting to you today is that I love office supplies and school supplies.
I always have. When I was a kid my dad would bring home computer paper: the green and white striped kind with the perforations at the edges. I loved that stuff. I can still conjure the smell of it. Nowadays I can't be trusted in Staples or the back-to-school section of Target. I'm not sure what's so appealing about those pretty pens, those reams of paper, those multicolored binders and notebooks. I even love paperclips and staples. I like the way pencils rattle slightly in their cardboard box. And on the rare occasions when I manage to visit this place in San Francisco? Beware! I can spend many hours and do serious damage to my credit card.
I know at least two other people who share my addiction. They're both academics, which may explain a lot.
How do you feel about office supplies? What's your guilty pleasure?