Thursday, May 15, 2008

Brain Storm

I'll let you in on a little secret. Andrea is hard to buy a gift for.



This really sucks because she gives awesome gifts. When someone gives you handmade garden stakes and a birthday cake, you want to give something equally special. And if you've missed her birthday? Well, you kind of have to step it up.



But Lord, she's hard to buy for.



My first though was a gift card. They've bought a new house and she's going to need stuff. Target? Ikea? No. She's gotten those things and besides, I have to save something for a housewarming gift.



She's not one hundred percent sure of her color scheme yet, so buying her an actual household item is out. Plus, buying someone decor-type stuff can be dicey. Are you buying it because you love it or because you think they will. And even if you think they will, they might not. And that would suck. Suck what? Why, giant, sweaty, hairy donkey balls of course!



And there's always this to consider: while household stuff is fun, we all know that as moms, we rarely have things that are just ours. Nice things, just for us. Take a look in your closet and you'll see what I mean. So, maybe new clothes? Except, I don't know her size and while I know her well enough to understand her style, it's still a bit hit or miss. So we're back to a gift card. But where? I thought about my favorite place, Dress Barn. She could find something for our upcoming Company Dinner. But maybe the clothes are too frilly/foofy/old lady. The Gap? No. Target? No. It was quite the dilemma.



Maybe a book? Something I've enjoyed in the past, that I think she might as well? A cookbook? Better than the previous ideas, but still not it. Yikes. And then it hits me. The perfect gift. A PEDICURE! But where? I didn't know. Last year, we went and got our toes done at a fancy spa, but I wasn't sure if she was up to a return visit, so I did this instead...






Now if I could just bottle the time for her to use it all.

4 comments:

noble pig said...

I'm sure she'll love it!

Andrea said...

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! I do love it, stuff I rarely buy for myself.

Well Behaved Krissy said...

PERFECT! You need to put some Martini mix & a mud mask in there too. :)

jennyonthespot said...

That's a great idea! You may not be able to bottle time, but I know you can come up with a little time - let the guys have the kids while you girl tend to your toes, have some girl time, and maybe have adult drinks!

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