... at least if you are married to anyone like Gravel-guy. You know how Christmas is that time of giving, giving some more, giving until you are frankly fed up, receiving something you didn't want and then realising you have to reciprocate and so start the whole sorry process of giving again until you basically don't give a sh*t. Well whoever came up with that nonsensical schtick was probably the biggest scrounger out there and if anything like the mealymouthed old bat that is mother of Gravel-guy, first in line for anything/everything (it's OK, she hates me too). Buy yourself a little present - seriously buy yourself a nice little something, or buy gin, actually buy a nice little present and buy some gin, it helps. In case you think I am a spoilt tantrum throwing brat I can tell you I have earnt my stripes. Gravel guy is not good at gifts - the first Christmas we moved into our house, I was heavily pregnant and we had no furniture - we sat on boxes of books and slept on a carry mat, all I wanted was a cushion as I knew we were seriously skint. Did I get a cushion? Are you mad - no I got a spade in the January sales. Do I mention the Christmas he gave me lacy thong underwear - I still can't get over my bewilderment at that one, Scotland is a COLD climate, I have a large flabby porridgey arse, I like serious big-lady pants and I like COVERED. Why in hell he thought I would enjoy hawking my capacious muttony old slab about with the merest whispering of a wee string of flimsy in sub zero temperatures is beyond me.
So taking my advice, here is my little gift list to myself (oh I have such good taste, or at least I know me so well)
This is one of the fragrances that appears and disappears from the Miller Harris site, so when it appeared and there was a discount across the site it seemed silly not too. I think it is pretty much my absolute fave (strongly followed by Cuore di Pepe Negro by Erbario Toscano). Personally I dont get why something so popular as my beloved cassis gets flipped off the shelf, just leave it be people - we like it and we buy it. It smells sort of fruit garden, with a good twinge of tomato-y greenhouse, not cloying, not industrial toilet-cleaner type "pretty" no, green and leafy and subtle.
I've always wanted a scarf from Liberty, so this is the year a bad girl gets her wish, and yes I do have a drawer of scarves already but this is so sweet, and it is now mine.
Some rather sublime earrings complete my list, Su is not only some sort of modernist genius but a really lovely lady, her designs are beautiful and very simple but oh so lovely, these are a dark inky blue and her shop is on etsy, there is absolutely nothing I don't like - it is all quite sublime and covetable
So what did gravel guy get me this Christmas? A scented candle, yup - married nearly 29 years and for every single one of those 29 years I have lived with a guy who seems unaware of my scented candle phobia. Yes, people with a phobia of scented candles do exist - maybe that is just me, but they give me feelings of absolute toe-curling angst, I dont mind candles (but I would never give them as presents, what if THAT candle burnt down their house) and I don't mind those difuser thingy wands, but scented candles - ieeeeeeeeeeee, I know have to figure out how long I have to have it sitting about the house before it quietly disappears. Oh well, my knitting will calm me