Hi, I’m Tasha and I’m obsessed with stationery.
I can’t walk past an Officeworks, Typo, Kikki. K or Smiggle without stopping to buy something.
I’ve mentioned before that I prefer to write in pencil. With pencil you can rub out your mistakes. I like that. I have a number of pencils in reserve – waiting for their turn to be used. They’re made from recycled newspaper and will be called upon when the currently used pencil is a nub that I can no longer hold on to comfortably.
This however is the special pen.
The special pen is the one Husband bought me for Christmas last year. I’m terribly possessive about this pen… Imagine saying:
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you use this pen because my Husband bought it for me for Christmas and I’m the only one who is allowed to use this pen.”
Now imagine saying that to a 17 year-old Austistic boy and wondering who exactly has the bigger problems to deal with!
With regards to said pen I’ve also been known to say:
“You have used my pen without permission. Now I have to kill you.”
And the absolute clanger. When someone is looking for a pen and there seems to be no other pen available in the entire universe…
“I have a pen. It’s nestled between my breasts and is slightly oily from being there. You’re welcome to use it if you want.”
And then when they do…!?!?!
(SIDE NOTE: There’s been a catastrophe… as of last Friday I have lost my special pen. When I got home from work after lunch said pen wasn’t tucked in its usual spot between my boobs. I’m grieving. The fact that some sticky-fingered-delinquent has probably taken my pen and appropriated it for themselves has me in a tiz. I just hope that it runs out of ink soon… That’ll serve them right for lifting it from the desk while I wasn’t looking.)