Gift for a Fashionista..?
My husband declared being clueless to what I wanted for this year's Christmas (in fact, I haven't really given him any directions either). With his 'puppy eyed' look he got me sold on the idea that we simply skip gifts and venture out on Boxing Day instead where we buy each other something really nice and something that we really want (couldn't stop thinking about Erin Wasson's Jewelry Collection, even better up her Crystal stud earrings low luv or the Dolce Vita cami velvet dress I would find so many useful parties for it, promise..and for New Years of course..).
I quickly pictured us together, laughing, sipping Latte's and holding hands all day long, it was a great idea, in fact..we should do this for every event of the year, Valentine's, Easter..Birthdays..But I still felt inclined to at least say “Sweetie, it's the thought that counts, I would love anything that you would buy me, just so you know”. The charm of being surprised was gone but the joy of getting something I've wanted for such a long time will be well worth it..
But, should you really like a gift no matter what? That can't be true, plight yes..but deep down...less impressed perhaps.. At my18 th birthday my uncle and his (then fiancée) said, as they handed the gift over to me “When we saw this, we couldn't help thinking, this is Alice”. I started unraveling the pretty parcel with an built up excitement since introduced as 'totally me'. What could it be? 'Alice' I didn't even know who I was back then.. thoughts where running through my head as I got closer to the target..a diamond gemstone rings wrapped in millionds of large chunks of paper?
Then a moment of silence as I watched the sad droopy fabric “A grunge dress” I commented as I held the long piece of cloth in front of me. I embraced them both, thanking them and telling them how much I would use it.. (as a little note here: the current trend in 1998 was Baby blue Ralph Lauren shirts, 501 Levis Jeans ,Fruit of the Loom, or even a Champion Hoodie..maybe that was-95? it's all a bit hazy just as I intend it to be).
And then there is those memories of being a little girl and being really excited about Christmas, I barely sleept on the 23:rd. And I can still visualize myself scribbling down something less important on a piece of paper that was meant to be put up on a prime spot on the refrigerator. So, the less important gifts was all neatly placed under the big lettered number “one”gift that I really, really wanted, usually something special like a pink bike with a white basket or a Pink Barbie House (anything pink back then and bigger then myself). But Santa misunderstood me that year, in fact, he seemed to do that a lot or he simply couldn't read at all?..I ended up getting all the other things on that piece of paper, some not even on the list (did Santa just guess?) most of the gifts that wasn't on the list was soft and had practial abilities, like socks.
That's when I snapped up the saying: “It's the thought that counts”. Anyone knowing your surname would surely know what you want for Christmas? A bet that never fails:roses and diamonds..
Then, maybe not..I've decided to allowed myself to buy 'me' something that I really, really want and wish for, perhaps I even call it something that I deserve.. and yes, I'll promise to look surprised:-)