Seeing Stripes

I have a lot of stuff. And I really don't need more...least of all a pencil sharpener (I don't even own a traditional pencil). But when I saw this display at Borders, I was inexplicably drawn to it. Suddenly it seemed necessary that I have a new address book, an art box, a pencil case and a variety of other whimsical items (whimsical only because they were striped). It's funny how something as simple as an aesthetically pleasing pattern can promise happiness.

I refrained from purchasing something stripy that I didn't need. But I did not leave the store entirely unscathed. I purchased a book on writing — a more justified use of my funds. (It's my career after all!) Not nearly as fun, however. Who knows. I may return to the scene of the crime...or, if any of my friends need gift ideas. :)