I have always been a Sharpie fan. From the time every band had them so they could write on your forearm or on the record label, I have thought Sharpies were wonderful little tools of communication.
If you were to come into an art supplies store, or a stationery shop, with me, you'd see how I gravitate to the Sharpie corner---I crave the ones in the 10-to-a-package format, the coloured ones, the glitter ones, the baby ones and I seldom leave without at least one new Sharpie.
So how can it be that I, who have an office space 24 inches wide, 12 inches deep and 2 1/2 ft tall, who have organized the bejeezus out of that meagre "desk", can never find a Sharpie when I need one? I have a little black tray, the perfect size for all manner of pens, letter openers, highlighters, pretty rocks and strangely, a red rubber clown nose. But can I find a permanent or a washable Sharpie, a black or a fluorescent Sharpie, or a Sharpie of any kind when I need one?
Actually, I'm not sure that anyone ever needs a Sharpie, but there are many times when one would be the perfect answer to a note-writing, list-making, rule-giving dilemma.
So, friends and family, it's Sharpie Amnesty Weekend. You know where to put them.