There's no point in denying it. The truth of the matter is that I am, in fact, one of those sad women who gets excited by stationary, stickers, cute 'life quotes', bright colors, fun patterns, neat lists, orderly cleanliness and organization. In High School this bothered me. Because let's face it. It just wasn't considered "cool" and could potentially spiral into something that (in the presence of certain prissy bullies) could get you beat up or teased until the day you switched that dangling tassel from the right to the left. And so I kept these obsessions hidden away in the deep dark corners of my mind and bedroom. But now, in my mid 20s, I embrace my love of bright papers and organization. I look straight in the eye of those who laugh and say a big fat bite me. Because yes, it's true. I love to be put-together. Everything faces the same way, I smell Scotch Tape, and make big long lists, and carry 79 different colored pens, and sharpies, and highlighters and sticky notes in my Mary Poppins purse. Yes I write every single damn thing down on a daily basis, and yes I go out of my way to find the very best day planner I can. Because it's true. I'm really am that kind of woman.
And proud of it, babe.
So when I heard all of my bloggy friends ranting and raving at the beginning of last year about their Erin Condren Life Planners I practically peed my pants with excitement and spent hours upon hours lusting over the vast selection of vibrant, crisp, well-laid-out gems. Day dreaming. It was the same day that I first discovered Erin's website that I vowed to purchase my very own dream EC planner the minute my ass set foot back on US soil. And so I drooled, and wish-listed, and oogled for months and months and months and months...
Until the beginning of December when that order confirmation email lit up my inbox. (Yes, we all know that technically this wasn't when I first set foot on US soil. tisk tisk. But, in my defense, these suckers aren't "cheap" and I was doing a damn fine job playing the roll of responsible adult who managed to wait until she'd secured a job and paid some bills first. Let us pretend it was sooner. For arguments sake).
So for weeks I've stalked my Order Status and Fed Ex's tracking system as I eagerly awaited my beautiful planners arrival. But Christmas got in the way, and a big ass NorEaster, and finally January pushed December aside bringing a mail-man absent New Years day. And so there I was. Miserable, scribbling dates and numbers and messages on random scraps of paper that trickled out of my purse into soggy, slushy mud puddles in the parking lot by my drivers door, and on my Envoy's floor. And my impatience took a turn for the worst as I submitted to desperation in the form of a subscription to Fed Ex's automated email tracking updates.
So you can imagine my utter excitement and immeasurable joy when I received an email this afternoon at 3pm stating:
Our records indicate that the following shipment has been delivered: Erin Condren
I practically squealed with joy - eh, who am I kidding, I totally squealed with joy when I arrived home from work this evening to find that gorgeous colorful box sitting on the kitchen table. Filled to the brim with stationary, stickers, cute 'life quotes', bright colors, fun patterns, neat lists, orderly cleanliness and utterly perfect organization.
Finally, my sweet sweet friends, my Erin Condren Life Planner is here.