This blog chronicles my life as I try to balance healthy lifestyle habits with my husband's penchant for pizza rolls and my daughter's desire to watch iCarly 8 hours a day. It contains a mostly humorous, kind, and somewhat spiritual look at everyday life and the people who live it.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The Art of Gift Giving
I like to think BIG when I think of gift wrapping. I perused way too many issues of Martha Stewart living to be content to just throw on some paper, tape it up, and call it done. I like to choose beautiful, unique paper, preferably from places like The Container Store or Ikea or the like that sell papers not necessarily seen everyday. I like to add wired ribbon, perhaps some leaves, pinecones, or twigs from nature, maybe raffia...yeah...I feel a theme developing here! I'll wrap all the gifts in plain brown paper that I'll stamp with leaves from a stamp I make myself by gathering the last few leaves left on the ground and then carving them into a potato to make my own stamp and then I'll gently clean those leaves and use them as a pattern to make felted leaves that I'll attach to the package with raffia that I have recycled from a wreath I made 5 years ago!
Needless to say, my gifts always arrive late.
Can you say "pressure?" When you tear hand-stamped-with-a-carved-potato paper off a gift you are bound to be either a) disappointed that the giver spent more time thinking about the potato carving than the gift; or b) not even aware that the paper was stamped (though you do notice a slight potato-y smell...) and thinking that the giver sure spent a long time sticking junk from the yard on a package that just contains a gift card!
Did I mention that I am not an inspired gift giver?
My mom's birthday is tomorrow. I haven't sent her a gift yet. I haven't even purchased a gift for her yet. I have thought about her gift. I've thought about little else for the past week. Last year's gift went over like a lead balloon. It wasn't the gift my mom wanted. What she really wanted was a gift card to Olive Garden. I gave her what I wanted her to have, not what she wanted to receive. This year my mom really just wants a gift card to JCPenney. Why do I hesitate? It's not hard to send a gift card! I'll admit it feels a little meaningless to me but then again, I'm the giver, not the receiver. It's not about me. Do I make the potato-stamped paper for the gift recipient? Or for myself? Ahhh, narcissism and gift giving make strange bedfellows, yes?
I better go. I have to get to JCPenney. And then to the post office.
Do you have any gift giving/receiving stories to share? I'd love to hear about the worst gifts you received or better yet, sent!