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Confessions of a Middle-Aged Pen Hoarder

By Parri 19 Comments

Recently a friend staged an intervention.

No, I don’t shoot heroin. I don’t do crystal meth. And I don’t drink.

My name is Parri, and I’m a penoholic.

And a tote bag hoarder.

And I especially have issues if I can score either of these items for free.

Unsuccessful attempts have been made to break me of my “problem,” but have been met by obstinacy and denial. Why do these collections bother my loved ones so, I’ve wondered? My stash isn’t life-threatening to me or anyone around me. But to listen to my husband and teenage daughter, you’d think I’m one step away from being featured on The Loser Channel, alongside the guy who’s sexually attracted to balloons, the woman who eats deodorant, and the lady who licks her cat.

The root of the problem, I think, is that we just don’t have space in our home, so there’s no room for excess. I live in a bungalow, with no basement, attic or garage. And my coffin-size closets were built back when ladies owned one dress, which they wore to church on Sunday. Consequently, my office has become a junk room repository for everything that has no place elsewhere in the house.

If there’s an art or sewing project on the dining room table, when I’m expecting  company for a Passover Seder, I put it in the office. If there are bills, catalogs and receipts on the counter when a Jehovah Witness comes knocking? It goes in the office.

For years I’ve tried to make this junk room into a creative space where I can write. But every time I make the slightest headway, the math tutor arrives or the bug guy comes to spray. The clutter gets shoveled back in the room, and I’m buried once again. I’ve been cleaning my office for seven years.

So last Saturday, my friend Jo Anne came over to help me tackle this space once and for all. Since we closed our business last July, this albatross of a room is the only thing standing between me and listing my house, so we can get out from under a gigantic mortgage.

Fish pen

My “collection” included 13 fish pens.

Jo Anne kindly offered to help me face the insurmountable. Little did I know the first thing my little neatnik friend would do is set her sparkly blue eyes on my office supplies.

In two minutes flat, Jo Anne discovered that I had enough writing utensils to take up two three-gallon Rubbermaid totes, four desk drawers and two cupboards ― plus enough overflowing pen and pencil cups for the entire Duggar family and their offspring in the century to come.

There were free pens from when my brother was in the novelty business … 13 trout and a dolphin … a bag of foot-long Frankenstein and skeleton pens that I kept forgetting to distribute as “lovely parting gifts” on Halloween.

There was a magnetic poetry pen; several rhinestone-studded pens, light-up pens; rubber pens; a feathered pen shaped like a giant flamingo; and a souvenir Vegas pen with a guy who loses his underwear when you turn it upside down. (That one was a joke; I didn’t buy it for myself.)

“Are you kidding me?” Jo Anne exclaimed with wide eyes. “Why would anyone need all these pens?”

“I’m a writer. I like pens,” I said.

I gave her an empty bin in which to toss the non-keepers. But it quickly became apparent that Jo Anne thought they were all non-keepers. She started filling the trash can.

“Why are you throwing them out?” I asked? I was starting to hyperventilate. “They’re perfectly good pens. At least give them away to the poor.”

“Poor people don’t want your pens,” Jo Anne insisted

“But they’re good pens. They work,” I said. “I’ve tested every single pen in those bins. You can’t just throw away perfectly good writing utensils.”

“Why not?”

“It’s wasteful. My grandparents grew up during the Depression. I’ve heard about the days when families of five had to split a single lima bean.”

Jo Anne was a pen Nazi. She made me turn my back so I couldn't pick anything out of the trash.

Jo Anne was a pen Nazi. She made me turn my back so I couldn’t pick anything out of the trash.

“Nobody wants your pens,” Jo Anne said.

I started frantically picking them out of the garbage.

“Those fish pens are brand new,” I showed her. “They still have the tags on them.”

“Why do you have so many fish pens? Who writes with a trout? Do you use these?”

“No,” I said sheepishly. “But they’re new. Look at the tags.”

That’s when my eyes glimpsed the Silly Putty pen in the garbage.

“That has real Silly Putty in it,” I said.

“Why do you need that?” Jo Anne asked. “Who needs that?”

“I don’t know. My brother gave it to me. You never know when you’ll be in the middle of writing the next War and Peace and feel the need to craft a prosthetic nose.”

“Put it back in the garbage,” Jo Anne said.

“No, not the garbage,” I panicked. “The poor might want that one.”

“Alright, that’s it,” she said. “Turn around. Step away from the pens. You are not allowed to watch while I go through these bins.”

“But wait,” I said. “Let me at least take this one. It was my grandmother’s Parker pen. And that purple one writes in 10 different colors.”

“Alright, that’s it. Take those and turn around,” she said. “You are officially banned.” Then she started filling my trash can … flowered pens, sequin pens, leopard pens …

“Is this all of it?” she asked.

And she could tell from my face that it wasn’t. (Damn, why am I such a bad liar?)

I opened the office supply cabinet, and pulled out four smaller Rubbermaid containers of Sharpies –plus two more packages of unopened Sharpies ― fine-point and ultra-fine-point ― in 24 colors, waiting in the wings, should the ones in use run out of ink.

Sharpies, permanent markers, gel pens

My pen collection included multiple sets of Sharpies and gel pens in every color imaginable!

There were several unopened boxes of Papermate ballpoints, uniball roller pens, number two pencils, and a set of 25 colored gel pens that I was going to give my daughter for Hanukkah three years ago, but decided to keep for myself ― because two of the colors were purple and peacock blue and I love purple and peacock blue.

“Oh my God,” Jo Anne exclaimed. “Why on earth does anyone need this many pens? You must have a thousand pens.”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I have a problem.”

“Yes, you do,” she said sternly.

And the irony of it all? No one in the house knew about this stash of ink. Every time someone went looking for a writing utensil, all they could find was a pencil with a broken point or a dried up highlighter.

Once again, Jo Anne took over, and I was not allowed to question her judgment.

We filled a bag with unopened office supplies to be returned for store credit that I could put toward much-needed printer ink. She pulled out 20 pens that she deemed worthy of The Salvation Army. And the rest were promptly thrown in my smelly dumpster, so I wouldn’t be tempted to reabsorb them back into my life.

All in all, we got rid of close to 500 pens, markers and highlighters and Staples let me return several unopened packages for store credit. I got to keep my Sharpies, in the name of art. And we filled the desk drawer with pens that actually work.

Next week, she said, she’s coming back for my totebags.

I don’t know why, of all the objects one can choose to stock, I have chosen these. I have no pantry, no canned goods for a hurricane. There’s no dried fruit, nuts, batteries, or anything else that could possibly sustain us through a state of emergency. My husband and I were both scouts. You’d think we’d embrace the motto, “Be prepared.”

Fourteen years ago, as the new millenium approached, we knew several people who stockpiled water and packaged foods, in the event the world stopped when the two-digit year turned to “00.” I worked at a power company at the time and knew how hard we were working on our Y2K project. So I had sincere doubts that power, water or other necessities would be in short supply.

Still, on New Year’s Eve day, I had a moment of second guessing myself and sent my husband to the local superstore to grab a few necessities, just in case. He came home an hour later with two gallons of water and a gigantic box of orange cracker sandwiches filled with processed peanut butter.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “This is what we’re supposed to live on, if tonight begins the apocalypse?”

“What?” he said. “Peanut butter is protein. And you don’t have to cook them.”

I chided him for his lack of preparedness, but looking back, perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown stones.

Because if and when the world as we know it does end:

Before dying of starvation and dehydration …

At best, all I could do is pen the first few chapters of my memoir.

 

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Comments

  1. NikkyJ says

    February 7, 2014 at 1:29 PM

    Haha! I totally understand. We all have our “hoarding” moments/favorite things 🙂

    Reply
    • Her Royal Thighness says

      February 7, 2014 at 2:10 PM

      So what’s yours???

      Reply
  2. Michelle Tropper says

    February 7, 2014 at 2:22 PM

    Loved this Parri! Because now I know that someone has more pens than me. I can totally relate. And in our house we always have a hard time finding a ballpoint that works too! And I admit that I too have a tote bag collection. Started it thinking I’d “go green” and use them in place of plastic or paper bags at the supermarket. But I always forget to bring them with me.

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    • Maryann Edgerley says

      February 20, 2014 at 1:52 PM

      Both my husband and I like pens…the last time we moved I threw out 2 paper sacks full of pens and filled a bin with the “just in case” pens. I also like the Tote Bags – and especially if I go somewhere they are giving out Totebags AND Free Stuff – I’ll set that bag in the closet and never open it again….until I go to throw it away about 6 years later. Do the 2 of these obsessions go together? It’s really not getting any better….every time we go to a restaurant, my husband contemplates stealing the pen used to sign the receipt! I have been able to talk him out of it a couple of times……… The last time I cleaned out the closet (we moved) I emptied several Totebags and dutifully placed them in the car………..however —- I never do remember to take the dang Totebags IN to the Grocery Store!

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      • Her Royal Thighness says

        February 20, 2014 at 3:26 PM

        Too funny. Maybe the collections go hand-in-hand because those are the items most often given away for free. I have a problem with the word “free.” I can’t say no, even if it’s something ugly. I’ll think, “Well, I can use this for the groceries” or “Well, it would make a good art project. We can paint over it.” Never happens! And I, too, end up with a trunkload of those recyclable bags that I keep forgetting to take into Publix! You and I are kindred spirits!

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  3. Rorybore says

    February 7, 2014 at 11:04 PM

    candles.
    oh but wait — not the emergency kind, although yes, clearly you could use them. but that’s not why I have them. I just like candles. especially if they smell good. I don’t light them often – I just smell them. I find a really nice Tahitian coconut lime one today and I almost licked it. for real.
    it could be worse. It could be glue. 🙂
    naturally — not a single book of matches or a lighter in the house. of course

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    • Her Royal Thighness says

      February 8, 2014 at 6:34 AM

      LOL. We are kindred spirits. I also have a stash of fruity bath and body gels that somehow never make it into the shower!

      Reply
  4. Shelley says

    February 8, 2014 at 8:17 AM

    I love this! I take pen donations? I can send a self addressed pre-paid Fed ex or I can barter with you and do a trade-out for the paper products I hoard?

    Reply
    • Her Royal Thighness says

      February 9, 2014 at 10:34 AM

      Delete this comment immediately! I still kept close to 100 pens and my husband will take you up on the offer! I’ve been through enough and don’t think I could weather any more trauma!

      Reply
  5. Paprika Furstenburg says

    February 26, 2014 at 8:41 PM

    Hysterical! Thanks for the laugh. Sorry I’m late to the party. I’m trying to catch up on posts I’ve missed. I spent most of February working on a project – trying to breathe. It’s a full time undertaking when you have pneumonia and asthma.

    Reply
    • Her Royal Thighness says

      March 11, 2014 at 5:06 PM

      OMG, I just got this comment. I hope you’re on the mend!!!

      Reply
  6. Paprika Furstenburg says

    March 11, 2014 at 6:00 PM

    Thankfully, I am back to the land of the living, and more importantly, the breathing. Ahh…

    Reply
    • Her Royal Thighness says

      March 12, 2014 at 11:13 AM

      So glad!

      Reply
  7. Kathy says

    December 29, 2014 at 9:33 PM

    Sorry, your aunt would have been kicked out of my house after the first handful of pens in the garbage bin! AND not invited back! Your description of her antics is a sign of an extremely wasteful person. She has way too much money if she can just go and throw other people’s things in the garbage to make a “clean” spotless house that doesn’t have a thing that doesn’t fit her idea of prim and proper! If you’re there to help CLEAN the house, you get out the bucket and soap and water and leave the disposal of items to the person whose house it is. Collecting and putting in one place is fine – but to make the decisions to throw things out – that is stepping out of bounds! MHO

    PS – I have lots of pens and pencils, and markers – but I go through them and pitch the ones that don’t work! For the really good CROSS, PARKER, SHAEFFER, WATERMAN, or MONTBLANC pens or ones I like the outsides, I get refills.

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  8. CMCS says

    January 4, 2015 at 7:15 PM

    HA! I decided to tackle one of my pen hoarding spots and had a conversation with my daughter which went pretty much by the script of you and your friend. I suggested putting my excess in a garage sale at her house and all I heard was silence on the other end of the phone. Then she said.. “or you could throw them away”.
    My next idea was to take them to a school and see if they would want them. (of course I weed out the non-working) After my weeding though, I took a picture of some of the discards and called my daughter. Her interest in my give-aways was piqued when I mentioned fine Sharpies. Maybe I can convert her yet.
    I also have a nice collection of tote bags. There must be some connection.
    I have a long-standing joke with a friend that if she hears that I have died, she is to hurry to my house and take out all the pens before my family realizes the quantity.
    (My sister found this blog when she was looking for the psychological term for pen hoarding. She found you instead 🙂

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    • Parri says

      January 13, 2015 at 8:56 PM

      LOL. There’s a psychological term for pen hoarding? I must know what it is! You’re so funny. We may be soul sisters, because I also have a list of stuff I want immediately removed from my house, so my friends and family aren’t forced to speak ill of the dead! (starting with the poetry I wrote until my early twenties. I could never write happy poems; only miserable ones!) I also have a to-do list for a potential coma. For starters, my friend Colleen has to come pluch my hair chins before my husband sees them.

      Reply
  9. Andrea Schnitzler says

    August 16, 2016 at 7:37 PM

    I used to own gazillions of pens. I bought and sold drug rep pens on eBay and kept hundreds of them for myself. I also stockpiled every type of marker, colored pencil, Sharpie, etc. you could ever imagine. Your pen that sported a man who loses his underwear? That sounds like a “floatie.” I had dozens of different floatie pens. Hundreds, if not thousands of pencils. In short, way more than you were squirreling away. And I would NEVER have allowed anyone to throw them in the trash. OMG! So what did my husband and I decide to do with them? We packed them up in lots of cardboard boxes and drove them on over to our local library. They were thrilled. Their patrons are always looking for writing utensils and the library’s budget was too tight to purchase any pens. I also gave supplies to a teacher who works in an inner city school and whose students literally could not afford to buy their own pencils. So listen up all you fellow pen hoarders: Any time you need to divest of writing or craft supplies – think of your local libraries and your local elementary schools. They are always in need of pencils and pens. And picturing a third grader with her short fingers wrapped around one of your fish pens – what a beautiful image. Knowing that kids are going to be using them makes you feel good about giving them away.

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    • Parri says

      September 4, 2016 at 8:56 AM

      GREAT idea! Thanks for sharing. Since writing this post, I’ve accumulated quite a collection again!

      Reply

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