Friday, 12 February 2010
The Perfect Gift
The perfect gift? Oh my goodness, today's theme really seemed quite difficult at first. You see, I am a hoarder and collector of all sorts of weird and wonderful things. Which makes it both easy and difficult. I am very easy to please because I love so many things, which makes it easy, but, because I collect so many different things, I would be impossible to chose one kind of collection over another, which makes it rather difficult. See?
There are all the usual Valentine's gifts of course. Beautiful diamonds and pearls
Hmm, I have never coveted real jewels, I would be far too scared of losing them or having them stolen. I prefer old Victorian/Edwardian/Art Deco paste.
Flowers are quite lovely, sure,
but I hate the fact that the prices are hiked up so ridiculously for Valentine's Day, so that a no no for me as well.
Chocolates, yummy, yes
but is it worth putting on 4 pounds or going on a diet for a month? Nope.
Romantic dinner for two?
yes, that would be great, because I do love good food, but it would mean leaving our doggies at home, and Hector would pine for me.......
Ah now, indulging me in my latest hobbies with packs of wonderful ephemera and bits and pieces, now that would come pretty close to being a darned fine gift
Or, a completed piece of fabulous artwork in the style which I really admire at the moment, like this wonderful piece by Wil from the jawdroppingly gorgeous blog Vintage Wil
That would come pretty close to being a top notch gift.
But, the bestest and most perfect gift from my darling husband to me is
Yep, time is the most precious and most perfect gift he gives me, and not just on Valentine's Day. All those precious hours when he accompanies me to boot fairs, vide greniers, French charity shops, when he would really rather be doing just about anything else. Time first thing in the morning when he takes the dogs out for a walk and lets me sleep on. Time when he makes me so many cups of tea. All the time he doesn't mind me spending doing my own stuff, messing around with new hobbies, hours on the computer, crocheting, cuddling doggies, rather than doing what any normal housewife would do, like cleaning, errmmm. For me, there is no more perfect present than the time he gives me. Soppy, or what, lol? So, on Sunday morning, we will stroll arm in arm through a couple of boot fairs, and he will carry whatever I find ( most likely just books for reading, nothing exciting ), and then he'll take me home and make me a lovely cup of tea. Bliss. And cook Sunday dinner. Bless.