It’s been over seven (nearly eight!) years since I graduated from college, and as evidenced during my lunch break, I still find myself in an odd state of panic when I go in to an arts supply store. Sigh.

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The massive selections of pens, markers and pencils, rows upon of different types of paper, easels and canvases, paintbrushes, triangles, t-squares, stencils coming at me from all directions… AHHHHHHHHHH! SO. MUCH. STUFF. Why am I here again? What do I need?  Are they going to have it all? How much is it all going to cost?! What will I forget this time?

I remember the first time I went to the art supplies section of the campus bookstore in college. It was the first day of freshman year and I was given a list of things to buy in my architectural studio class. I didn’t know what half of the things were on the list. I had no idea how much it was going to cost. Hours, three stores, and $250 later, I had what I needed (with a LOT of help from Steven, driving me around to the shops off campus, and telling me what the things were I was told to buy). Next step – figuring out what the instructors wanted me to do with it all…

Looking back now, the amount of discomfort I felt then, and every time I went to get supplies (typically once a week, sometimes several times a day) should have been a sign. A sign I was in the wroooooooong major. Shouldn’t I have been excited, to an extent, to go shopping for supplies to build and draw things? Shouldn’t I have gotten some enjoyment out of it? I bet a lot of my classmates did. For me it was always dread, dread, dread. An icky feeling of anxiety and discomfort I still feel now when I go to an art supplies store – and I certainly wasn’t there to buy drafting or model supplies today!