SO EXCITED ABOUT THE NOEL MARKETS!
I kind of pride myself on being a good gift-giver. I absolutely love the feeling of giving a gift to someone and knowing that you've totally nailed it. But since I've been with Ian, he has completely one-upped me in the gift-giving department.
Last Christmas, Ian made me a quilt with doughnut and cupcake patterns. For our wedding, he got me the perfect pair of earrings. For my birthday, he got me a bunch of crafty things (including a ton of Washi tape--weirdly one of my favorite things) and a ring with a gold skull on it. He is truly the best at picking out stuff for me and I truly love it.
But man, do I feel the pressure when it comes to giving him gifts. I once spent two hours at a shoe store deciding between three different colors of Vans to get for him. It was agonizing. And I am not lying at all when I tell you that the worker was laughing at me. "Aren't you getting married to him?" he said. A.k.a. "You're deciding to marry this person, you should know their favorite color by now, right?" YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF PRESSURE I'M UNDER HERE, DEAR SIR.
Moral of the story is, this Christmas, gift-giving has been a combination of excitement to buy French-y presents for my friends and family and how-in-the-world-do-I-figure-out-what-to-get-Ian anxiety. And when we spend 90% of our time with each other and we also share a computer, this year's gift that I have spent weeks thinking about....
...has already been discovered.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
In other news, I have finally tried Foie Gras. And I really, really liked it. Shocked? So am I.