It’s after Thanksgiving, so I feel it’s safe to start my wandering aimlessly down holiday memory lane. Laurie‘s already started.
Also, my mother called me tonight to get me to send her my Christmas list. I stopped making lists about, oh, 10 years ago and only re-implemented them at her request once I started law school (I’m po’, yo). I feel a little weird making one but I figure it’s OK since my brother will be making his until he is 60. Apparently that’s how long it will take him to update his damn blog, too, Jeffy!!
Here is the story of my favorite Christmas present EVER.
It was 1988, our first winter in Redding (remember the summer hadn’t gone so well?), and it SNOWED. Like a lot. We’d never seen snow before. Jeff and I slept out on the pull-out sofa bed, next to the totally-not-up-to-code woodburning stove, so we could watch it fall.
My parents were in the midst of designing our new house, so I was looking at a lot of Architectural Digest and House Beautiful. And I had picked out EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS:
Yes, I know. I was 11 and wanted a Louis XV chaise lounge. Didn’t you?
I had mentioned to my mother how much I loved it and how I wanted it for Christmas, haha. Because who buys their daughter a chaise lounge? SUCKAS, that’s who.
And then, ’twas the day before Christmas, and this HUGE package arrived. I hadn’t thought about the chaise lounge for months, but I jokingly asked, “Is it my chaise lounge? Haha.”
Then, Christmas day, about 6 a.m. before the rest of the family awoke, Jeff and I headed down to get a preview. And I saw THIS:
What sound does a heart make when it simultaneously breaks at the sight of floral-cushioned wicker and sings because of the love of one’s parents?
Because that’s the sound my heart was making.
Speaking of sounds, that’s my present to you! A winter/holiday mix CD, my yearly tradition. And if you have been the recipient of one before, you know they come late and rarely, but that’s how it goes. If you want one, e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org!
And anyway, I grew to love that wicker chaise. My best friend Melissa spent many a night there, wiped out from an evening of Swatch Twin Phone-ing boys and Seventeen‘s “Traumarama!”
I hope that even if a holiday mix from me isn’t your favorite Christmas present ever, it will grow on you as well. Like a fungus. Or a ficus. Which, as any afficianado knows, goes excellently with wicker.