*clarification: in my last post, I should have been more clear that we found a house to rent for another year. we didn’t buy anything. the only thing I own outright is Dog. but it’s still really exciting.
Every year since I’ve been blogging, I’ve made a birthday wish list, and each year, it’s gotten smaller. It shrinks and it definitely changes. I asked for a vacuum not long ago. Maybe as we get older, we realize more that occasions like these — birthdays, Christmas, Hanukkah, etc. — aren’t really about the stuff. The stuff is nice, but the people are better. This year, I simply wanted the six-and-a-half of us to get together, eat, and go to a ballgame.
But if you’re forcing my hand, I really like this stuff —
This Yurman bracelet (to replace the one I had to hock when shit got tight)
Plus, I’ve gotten pretty obsessed with Old Navy’s workout clothes, especially their leggings. They may not have the pizzazz of Lulu, but they make me pretty happy.
But that’s pretty much it. I’m sure I could think of practical things if I needed to (a rug, some art, a new quilt, etc.), but those are things that can be hard to receive as gifts. Really, I mentioned a couple of things, but mainly told people to surprise me. My mom and dad laugh at me, because when I’d make Christmas lists as a kid, I’d list a few specific things, but I’d always follow it up with “… and loooots of surprises!”
Some things never change.