However, I have stocked up on a load of wrapping paper and a couple of advent calendars. I usually buy lots of fairly neutral wrapping paper at Christmas and then can use it throughout the year. There’s a thing in The Spike about wrapping paper, which is worth a read. I was tempted to start using ribbon after reading it (and looking at the Pinterest photos) but then decided that as I have managed to get to now not being the sort of person who uses ribbon, I won’t start now. I mean, I still use envelope labels for the from / to on the presents.
I got the advent calendars from After Noah. This, thank goodness, is still going and hasn’t been made into an estate agent or scent shop.
On the bus this morning, there was a couple having really rather a vicious argument about Christmas. I didn’t get the entire thing but the gist was that she wanted them both to go to her family at Christmas. I would have been rather sympathetic but she was loud, passive aggressive and it was terrible trying NOT to stare at them.
The Christmas-cards-designed-by-a-child have come back from school so I guess I’d better start writing them soon. Perhaps I should clear all the stuff off the mantelpieces too.
My husband and I have been married eight years today. If I were a better, more organised wife, I would have sorted out a card last week BEFORE we went to the IoW. But I am not. So today, I snuck out (leaving the kids with him) to (1) go to the post office to return a tunic from Boden (there was nothing wrong with it, they just sent the wrong design) and (2) buy an anniversary card. I did pop into Aria but they only had birthday, new baby and wedding cards. Damn, I thought I was going to have schlep all the way to Angel to get one but then I remembered After Noah.
I’m not really sure how to describe After Noah – it sells children’s toys, wrapping paper, cards, furniture, Christmas decorations, random knickknacks. They have a particularly good range of toy cars.
As well as buying a card, I also bought a couple of advent calendars – they sell the old fashioned German ones, you see, which are now surprisingly difficult to buy. I know I’m Not Allowed to think about Christmas until after Guy Fawkes but if you wait until 1 December, the shops sell out of advent calendars.
When I got home, I hid them in a corner of the study. I must remember to get them out on 1 December.