If you blog or put yourself out there on the internet in any way at all you are quite likely aware of the way that you appear to a reader, be they casual or committed. Often bloggers are criticized for being one-dimensional, only putting certain parts of their personalities out on display, some only the very best, some only the trainwreck that is their “personal” life.
I do my best to give a pretty well-rounded view of me, of who I am. Not so much for a reader, but because my primary purpose in keeping this record is for my own benefit. I will be able to look back and see what I hope is a realistic picture of the past. Even if I do choose the images, the words, the stories to remember. I make an effort to focus on both the good times and the bad.
The last year has held more good times than any year previous, in spite of the fact that I have led a pretty charmed existence all things considered. But I try not to make bold statements about the greatness of my life, lest they bite me in the ass.
But I can say this was confidence.
My mother-in-law is better than your mother-in-law. Without any grandstanding or superlatives I can likely convince you that I am right with one sentence. I really like the little gifts she has surprised us with. You know how your in-laws come to visit or you go to see them and they say “Oh, I picked these up for you” and you smile and make a mental note – Every time they come to see me I will use these atrocious potholders.
But not me. Nope. MQD’s mother has been generous all while understanding that he did not marry a 20 year old bright eyed college girl. I have opinions on things, some of them steadfast. For chrissake she asked me what kind of toilet paper we like before she grabbed some the last time she ran out to the store.
She asked me if I was a Wreath Person before placing an order for a Holiday Wreath. I am so totally a Wreath Person and anxiously awaiting its arrival.
When we were in Boston this summer Ginger said “Oh, this is for you guys, you can put it anywhere, maybe your mantle.” Gasp. My mantle? A girl’s holiday mantle is like the centerpiece to her holiday decorating. She can’t be serious?!
And I LOVE it. Five months I waited to take it out of the plastic. 14 letters spelling out MERRY CHRISTMAS. There was no way for her to know that I kind of love anything resembling vintage type set letters. Or that I prefer colored decorations to brass. And yet it is perfect.
We still need to get the garland for the mantle. And hooks for the stockings. But I couldn’t wait any longer. So much of Christmas to me is about unboxing the things that I have loved for years and years, the traditions. It is a pleasure to put up a new decoration. One I will unwrap joyfully each year and remember, this was from our first married Christmas, in our new house.
Merry Christmas, Ginger. May I never have a box in my hall closet labeled Crap To Take Out When the In-Laws Visit. Cheers!
HA! Thanks, I think I really do. :) But I am sure I will pay somewhere along the line.
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I love this! And I really like the gift too. I don’t have a box like that….I just immediately donate or give away most things that my MIL gives me! lol