My husband is planning out our retirement. For some reason, he thinks we can live in a travel trailer. Now, I'm up for a good trip. Even an extended trip. But I think I'd miss my stuff. Like my five bookshelves crammed with my TBR pile. And my summer/winter/skinny/heavy second wardrobe. And what about all my nicknacks on my desk? And since we're talking about desks, what about my office? What about my new KitchenAid mixer? And my cookbooks? Sigh. I might have a problem. So ha
I love this time of year. Displays of new pens, papers, notebooks, organizers...you name it, you can get it. I have colored pencils to draw my cozy little towns. I have notebooks in a multitude of colors where I plan my week, my month, and sometimes, just my shopping list. My day job always has a school supply collection drive this time of year. My team is putting together 10 backpacks. I bought a pink one with unicorns. I would have totally rocked that in elementary school.