Really it has more to do with the fact that gifts are not really my thing, so if I want to enjoy the month of December and my very favorite holiday, I need to get as much of the shopping done as I can now. Then all I have to do is the gift wrapping- which I LOVE- and somehow tuck it all away without forgetting just where I stashed it. I am not so good at this.
If you're any store other than the three where I do my regular grocery shopping every week, you only see me a few times a year. I don't dislike shopping, exactly, but unless I have a specific need, I don't really see the point of even walking through those doors, unless it's to waste time and money, both of which I tend to spend very carefully. This means I am overly impressed by the things I see most places I go this time of year; displays and items that don't even register with other shoppers have me going "Wow!" and "Neato!" all over them while shaking my head in wonder at all the amazing things that exist these days. I'm like the Beverly Hillbillies for the first twenty minutes, excited by all the novelty- before becoming overwhelmed by the same and suddenly morphing into Gollum, just wanting to get me and my precious back to my cave. It's exactly as endearing as you might imagine.
Here's what I got excited over last week while shopping before I scurried back to my hole:
Isn't this neat? The back is flat, so you can attach it to your wall or ceiling, and plus you'd forever be able to claim that you had quasi-literally given your loved one the moon. Perhaps also get your recipient a small fish tank that you could gently slosh around so you can pretend your moon exerts gravitational pull. Just make sure whatever animal you put in the water is hardy enough to take a bit of a beating.
The only problem with this one is that I get that Whitney Houston song stuck in my head every time I look at it- you know, the "I believe that children are our future, teach them well and blah blah blah," one? Well, that and the problem where any of our kids would most likely cry if this was their Christmas present. But what a great way to teach kids about carbon footprints and living in a way that's ecologically conscious.
As soon as we walked into Barnes and Noble last Friday, Adelaide and I saw a table stocked with adult coloring books. (And by "adult" I don't mean they had, um, questionable content or anything, they were just more detailed than children's coloring books. Just so we're clear.) We rushed toward it and immediately began coveting our neighbor's coloring books. It was like preschool all over again. Only way prettier.
I carried The Time Garden around with me for a good fifteen minutes before reluctantly putting it back. This is normal bookstore behavior for me.
There were other treasures at B&N, of course:
|The New Elephant and Piggie! Long live Mo Willems!|
I've had my eye on on that illustrated Harry Potter since it first came out a month or so ago, but forty bucks for a story I technically already own (albeit without supercoolawesomeamazing illustrations) just isn't happening. For now.
These things get me all jumped up in anticipation for my birthday in a couple weeks, because I have, naturally, requested to go look around the Brass Armadillo for my birthday date with Derek. There I anticipate coming across a different manner of treasures than the ones above, but treasures nonetheless: Goat bells! Creepy old photographs! Cast iron squirrel nutcrackers! Ach, the anticipation is excruciating!