I confess: I am a holidays overacheiver. I have, in fact, already begun my Christmas gift shopping for this year. It started by sort of accident. I happened to be out shopping for something completely different and this absolutely perfect frame (with three spaces for three little dog faces) for my mother in law just jumped right off the shelf.
And so it begins.
Normally I wait until at least the first of October, at the command of my Scrooge husband. Apparently he, like most men, really doesn’t get the hurry. He sees no problem with running out on Christmas Eve and grabbing a fistful of impersonal gift cards for everyone on our list. But that is just not my style. I’m a planner. And so I feel compelled to snatch up these perfect gifts when they appear to me. They’re mostly one-of-a-kind and I can’t risk letting them get away…right?
Like one of these ornaments for my sister in law with the perfectly themed tree?
Or this little dish for my best friend, who is currently working on her master’s in Exceptional Education?
Or maybe I could even sneak this hat in. For the girl who found herself in a rut recently and decided to do something drastic to fix it.* Maybe she chopped seven inches off her hair and now has a smashingly stylish little bob (instead of the schlumpy ponytail she was prone to before) and can finally sport one of these beauties the proper way.
* And, yes, I am referring to myself. There’s nothing wrong with slipping a little something “To: Me, From: Me” under the tree is there?
