This past weekend I kept giggling with excitement at the prospect of decorating our flat for Christmas. I've been so productive lately- after work, I've been cooking dinner every night, baking, cleaning, we've been signing our Christmas cards.. and it's thrilled me to no end (yes, yes, organizing gets me excited). It feels like our life has a little bit of routine and sense to it right now. So I told the mister Sunday night that come Monday, I will be Christmas-ifying our flat. Yeah!
How far did I get? Little white fairy lights bordering our balcony windows. Not too bad, but not the vision I had in mind. I might as well just get a pre-tinseled neon plastic one and get it over with.
The next step? Buying presents. No clue what to get anyone. Most of all the mister, who is notoriously difficult to shop for, because he never wants anything (I now understand why it's such a female trait to run up credit card bills for Christian Loubotins, and men are just happy to run up a bar tab watching football with their mates). I know that the holiday is not about presents, but I do love finding that one special thing for someone, scouring the stores like an urban archaeologist until I happen upon the exact thing they need/want.
As for me, I'm pretty simple (or hugely complicated, depending on how you look at this): it's a running joke that I'm a fan of jewelry. But not just any sparkly thing (though those are lovely as well), but rather something unique, quirky and feminine, totally wearable and a touch of rock and roll. The mister designed the most amazing engagement ring and wedding bands for us at a jeweler called Stephen Einhorn, and I keep recommending him to people. He's amassed quite a cult following, as he's an incredible designer that only uses ethical stones. Anyway, my point was that the reason I love jewelry is not because I'm flashy, it's because I wear it like a story- each piece has a history to it, which gives it a certain life.
However, this year, our first Christmas permanently in London, I really don't want anything except my family around me and lots of hugs, wine, and good food. That's the best present ever.
Well... maybe a tree would be nice. Preferably not the pink bedazzled kind.
1 comment:
I'm feeling the same. I don't really want or need anything. I just desire a peaceful day with my family, luxuriating beside the warm fire, playing with the kids, enjoying a meal and (hopefully) wearing our pyjamas all day!
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