I think my husband is starting to secretly despise me. Piles of journals & sketchbooks everywhere… little zip bags filled with pencils, pens, markers… He recently asked me exactly how many pens I needed. Can you just imagine the look on my face as I answered, “Um, all of them!?!” Taking great offense to the question, I dumped them all out, then proceeded to tell him what each of them was for; brush pens, white gel pens, fountain pens with different inks, drawing pens, colored pencils. I justified the need for each one as a surgeon might defend the need for a scalpel on his way to brain surgery.
I don’t think he will ever understand. To quote Bill the Cat, “Pfffffffffffffffffft.” But that’s ok because I know you all do.