Yesterday Eric and I ditched the children and headed to the Sort of Big City to the East to do a little Christmas shopping. I've mentioned a couple of times that my goal for December is to just eat cookies all month, but sometimes you actually have to stir yourself and get things crossed off the list.
Oh, sure, we're still budding minimalists. It's just that we like giving presents.
I don't know what else to say about that, people. I keep reading about giving experiences rather than stuff. And I really like that idea. Yet most of what we're buying is stuff. Well, practical stuff, but it's still stuff. So I'm probably breaking the rules. Actually maybe I'm not, because the people we're buying for are not minimalists.
Looking at you, children. They often remind me of their consumer status. They like experiences... but they also really like art supplies. And I really like making them happy.
Anyway, going from shop to shop with my one true love yesterday was fun. We're not one for crowds (and wow, were there crowds), but we weren't in a hurry, so whatever. You park that cart mid-aisle, we don't care. AND THEN. My parents ended up being in town, too, so we hit some shops together. And then they took us to lunch. Fish and chips. My favorite (thanks again, Public!).
So it was a nice day. And now all I have left on my list is writing our annual holiday form letter and ordering prints. Oh, and eating cookies. And maybe taking down my Halloween quilt and replacing it with something more winter-inspired. Who am I kidding, the house is still decked out in black and orange. Panic attack. Need more coffee.
P.S. This post took me like three hours to write. I'm not even kidding.
Tori Amos, Snow Angel. Tori always knows what to say.