School is upon us and for such a momentous occasion, one requires school supplies.
Lovely, new, uncapped, pointy, newly lined, still smelling faintly of the woods, school supplies — to ink, of graphite, spiraled or loose-of-leaf — are fabulous.
My Bubs needed some, too, as he is the one entering hallowed halls of learning. Me, I’m simply going to the library — I have a key to a library, I’m awesome — and for that I, too, insist upon cups full of writing instruments.
My kid appreciates not the glory quite so much as I, but…he’ll learn…for now I’ll continue to corral the remnants at year’s end because, hey, school supplies, in any form, are beloved.

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