Paper straws.

I feel the strongest urge to share with you my love for paper straws.

I had a l-o-n-g (and wonderful) Palm Sunday.  The end of the day found me wandering the aisles of Target in Rochester at 7pm, recharging my introvert batteries after gathering with a family around the bedside of a loved one, sharing stories and laughs.  I couldn’t quite drive home right away; I needed to recharge.  Walk.  Take a break.

Hello Target.  Hello new paper straws.

It’s my retail therapy – buying more paper straws.

This jar sits on my counter, a product of years of buying a packs of straws here and there.  You could have no idea how much joy it brings me to pick out a straw each morning to drink my iced coffee.  Some days it takes many moments to choose the perfect one.

The striped ones?  Those are my favorite.  Only for use on special mornings when I need a particular boost.

I try and keep a good mixture in the jar.  The rest live in a gallon ziploc in the cupboard, years of collecting gathered together.

It’s grown quite out of hand but it doesn’t necessarily help when Target carries them in their dollar section.  How can I turn down $1 paper straws?

Answer: I can’t.