Welp, I’ve officially started to care more about my blog than my loved ones.
In that, I’m telling the world what they’re getting for Christmas.
I learned this trick from my mother. When I turned 6 months old and became super duper picky about clothes (I don’t care about them, I just don’t want to wear what I don’t want to wear. It’s tough.), she started shopping for me and my sisters each fall and having us try on tons and tons of things that we might like. Then, she returned everything that didn’t work and wrapped everything else, with strict instructions for us to act surprised on Christmas.
This didn’t really happen when I was an infant – but for several years, this has been our MO for gift-giving. It works great, for me at least. I get to “shop” a few months before Christmas, which is fun, and then I get to have new stuff paid for by my dear parents, which is kind of the only way I can ever get new clothes because I spend all my money on boxed wine.
Aren’t you glad you know this? It’s very important to this post.