Rock, Paper, Scissors

I've always identified with the paper in the game Rock, Paper, Scissors. Why? I could go into a long analysis of the symbolism and how I'm the type of person who tries to envelop a something solid (the rock) and unmoving, trying to soften its shell, change it's outer layer into something permeable (the paper) yet easily cut into by sharp edges (scissors)...but I think I'd lose you in the BS.

Actually, if you've known me longer than five minutes you would probably already know about my unhealthy attraction to all things shiny and stationery. The paper kind...not the unmoving, stationary kind. Learn the difference, there's a clue in the spelling. ;o) I admit to it. I have a totally unnatural obsession with paper, pens, cards. If it's colorful, whimsical, cutesy, bright, different...heck, if there's an adjective at all in front of "stationery," I'm sold. So, when it came time to order my wedding announcements, you can only imagine what it was like for me to HAVE AN EXCUSE to go to card shops.

I can't even go into a Hallmark shop without dropping double digits in cards, wrapping paper, ribbons, photo albums, etc. Craft stores and office supply chains always here "cha-ching" when I walk through their doors because it's a GIVEN that I'm not leaving without some sort of pen, scrapbooking paper, or other unnecessary piece of writing paraphernalia in my hot, little hands.

So, today, when I was perusing P-Dub's website (yet another addiction I need to control) and came across the Fresh Press site, it was all over. She had me at "peacock."

And then I saw these:

I lost a good chunk of my afternoon wishing I had reason to order about 50 items. But, alas, I don't. Luckily. Because that habit could be expensive it I indulged too often!

And I'm loving the address labels that wrap around the envelope. I might have to get some for my Christmas cards this year. Too cute.





Must. Look. Away. Now.