He’s cracked it!
December 19, 2007 by piereth
What??! I hear you cry!
The age-old dichotomy of what to buy the wife for Christmas, of course.
I’ve been given his grandfather’s 21st birthday watch, a Jaeger Le Coultre of impeccable lineage and quite terrifying value, and an absolutely authentic black satin fully boned and ribboned basque. It’s so severely elegant and gives me such an unbelievably teeny waist that I could easily wear it out of the house with a pair of skinny jeans or a long skirt. And I will!
By dint of giving the presents before the day, he’s simultaneously diffused the tension of expectancy and also reassured himself that I like what he’s given me because I like it, not because I have to say I like it because everyone’s looking at me. Enthused by the ease of this present giving lark, he’s gone out and bought loads of other stuff, for me, despite me telling him not to.
I love presents. I love them. I flatter myself I’m pretty good at choosing apposite gifts for people, but it’s so lovely to have someone get apposite gifts for me. This, more than anything else someone can do, proves they’re listening to you, listening for the half-remembered mention of a thing you like, that you long for, that might be nice…
Good lord, he’s cracked it indeed! Sounds gorgeous
whatcha get him??
I bought him the Lewis Hamilton biog, some clothes, and a whole load of goodies for him to pick at including some raspberry cider. I’m also taking him out to dinner. But the Ann Summers stuff he bought was concurrently a present for himself, he says, so we’re all happy!