I'm not quite sure what the etiquette of buying yourself Christmas presents involves. It all feels a bit sneaky and decidedly un-festive. Better to give than to receive? How about doing both?
I am a compulsive shopper. If you have read any of my previous blog posts this will come as no great shock. So surely buying for others, which appears to be the central tenant of this 'holiday' should be a no brainer? Well, yes and no. I've got shopping for the laydeees in my life down: young or old they all get skincare. The boys and men? I'm hopeless. I can't get excited about sourcing ninjango toys and neck ties. And as for buying for my husband - nightmare and picky doesn't even begin to cover it.
And as so often happens, I find myself setting out for the shops with good intentions and ending up buying a shit load of swag for me. Take yesterday. I had my eye on a great weekend bag (a middle class necessity if ever there was) for Monsieur picky and I (foolishly) thought a dead cert. Only the 'handles were too skinny.' WTF? Unfortunate as the satchels by the same range were *totes amaze* - (good pun, eh?) So I may have inadvertently bought one of these beauts for myself. And nothing for my husband........
And whilst we are on the subject I *may* have got a bit bored whilst shopping for my nephew and brother in laws and ended up browsing in Topshop and Mac. Busted.
But what to do post shopping binge? Claim that these goodies are from my 4 month old daughter? Try and justify their necessity in my life? Hard to do with a pink lipstick. Wrap them up and put them under the tree? Bit creepy. Declare it a selfless act of altruism? - you simply wanted to take the buying pressure OFF your nearest and dearest. I've decided to go for the fifth option which is to brazen it out. Wear everything straight away and look fab in the run up to Christmas. My husband: 'is that new?' Me: 'yes'. Pause....... Husband: 'Sighs'.
It does make family Christmas a bit more embarrassing when you walk in clad head to toe in new stuff and you've bought everyone the same CD from the Texaco garage round the corner.
Which brings me nicely to the subject of wish lists. Poor form or genius? Our family is split down the middle between 'Russian Roulette' present buying and the 'Captain Sensible' whatsapp present lists. I have a foot in both camps. I have a skincare wish list as long as your arm (all of the Zelens serums, Tatcha luminous dewy skin mist & soothing triple recovery cream, May Lindstrom Blue Cocoon, Clarisonic........) but I also do love a good surprise.
My nearest and dearest have gone for the latter so Christmas Day could really go either way. At least if I do get given a tub of yardley bath cubes for Christmas the emotional fallout will be mitigated by all of my recent purchases. My lips will be flushed pink (with new lipsticks) and will be the focal point of my 'gracious look' as I accept my presents. Although if anyone I know reads this blog post they would be completely justified in getting me coal - spoilt spilt milk doesn't even cover it!
Until the sales.........X