Sometimes it takes a non-family member to undercover your weirdness.
Case in point: This last summer we had Emily’s friend, Hilliary, living with us. She was an intern at ACF and needed a place to lay her head. Hang her shirts. Park her VW bug. So for the summer, that place was the Davis house.
It was a fun summer. It was a crazy summer. And it was a revealing summer.
Sometime in early June, Hilliary pointed out that I loved pens. And cups. Pen cups.
H: You really love colored pens. And cups. You have pen cups all over your house.
Me: Hmm … yes, I do. But doesn’t everyone?
H: Um … I don’t think as many as you do. (Laughs nervously, pondering offense.)
Me: Oh, well. That’s kinda sad if you ask me.
H: (Laughs) Yes.
After the pen
altercation conversation, I looked around my house. And yes, I have an enormous collection of pen cups. There are pen cups in every room. Sometimes multiples. All filled with my favorite colored pens.*
Let me show you.
Pen cup at my desk.
Pen cup at breakfast table.
Pen cup at other end of breakfast table … for Sara.
Pen cup in the kitchen.
Pen cup in the living room for journaling.
Pen cup by my bird watching/ happy hour chair.
Pen cup in Sara’s room. (She’s not nearly as addicited.)
The pen cup tour made me realize that A) I don’t have pen cups in every room. B) I probably need pen cups in every room. C) I need to alert you to the utter joy of pen cup collections!
And let it be noted. Yesterday on Twitter, Hilliary made a confession ~ now that she is safely out of Austin and back in her home sweet home. She tweeted this revealing little message.
hilliaryec: I get really happy on days where new candles and basil pesto are involved. And it’s raining.
It’s the hashtag folks: #youworeoffonme
I couldn’t be prouder.
… and we shall save locker baskets and diffuser oil obsessions for another day.
*When you buy one of my Favorites on Amazon, they kick me a little change. Thanks for clicking thru on my ‘favorites’ when you buy from Amazon. :)