Dear self:
You tend to forget these things. Here is a list of what to remember. Not necessarily applicable to other people. Just you, self. Just you.
1. Make people who give you things in Christmas bags take the Christmas bags back again after you have opened them if at all possible. They like using them! You have no objection to getting them but hate using them! Win win! (1a. Find something to do with the stack of Christmas bags in the closet.)
2. Do not buy green wrapping paper. Really. You love green. I know. And some of the Christmas stuff is a beautiful deep dark green that looks great in the store. But when you, yes, you, self, imagine it under the green Christmas tree, you will invariably be disappointed at how it blends in rather than lending a festive hue. You will not reach for the green wrapping paper. The green wrapping paper will be with you always. Do not buy more.
3. Do not buy the giant rolls of wrapping paper. I know, they are economical, and you feel thrifty and pleased, and sometimes they have quite lovely patterns. But I know you. After the fourth year of taking out the same roll of quite lovely dark red with white snowflakes, it will appear dingy and sad from its sojourn in the closet, and you will feel dingy and sad. Don’t do it. Wrap in brown paper if you want to be economical; it will make you feel old-fashioned as well as thrifty. But mostly economize elsewhere and buy the only moderately giant rolls of wrapping paper.
4. There is a reason that toddler-Moo thought that “sparkly” and “sprinkly” were the same word. The shiny sparkly paper will give you sparkly carpet, sparkly sweaters, sparkly smudges on your forehead. Leave it in the store to sparkle there.
5. Make sure–no, really really sure–no, check again–that the shiny paper you have selected is not made of mylar. Even your mother, who objects pretty firmly to religiously-based swearing on religious grounds, has been heard to refer softly to the one remaining roll as “that damned mylar.” It is damned stuff, it is damnable stuff, and you are wrapping presents, not filling balloons. Check again to make sure. They may not have to tell the truth about whether things actually contain blueberries in this country, but they are not allowed to lie about mylar wrapping paper, so Upton Sinclair did not live and die in vain.
Just trying to look out for you, self.
Love,
me
| Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux |
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Date: 2013-12-05 03:21 am (UTC)K.
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Date: 2013-12-05 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 04:37 am (UTC)On the other hand, I have no idea how the roll of mostly transparent mylar wrapping paper ended up in the closet. The only way it will be at all useful is if I wrap the present first in something opaque like tissue paper. Plus, of course, the unwieldiness of mylar.
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Date: 2013-12-05 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 05:22 am (UTC)I loved the bit about Upton Sinclair, and am resisting the urge to go to fda.gov and search for "mylar" because I'm worried about what might turn up.
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Date: 2013-12-05 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-12-05 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 12:02 pm (UTC)...I should remember to save the Medecins Sans Frontiers maps and use them as wrapping paper.
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Date: 2013-12-05 12:49 pm (UTC)Once, and I mean once, there was a man in the street in Lancaster, and this must have been the Christmas of 1993 when Z was three, and the man in the street was selling 10 big flat sheets of foil paper for a pound. And we bought lots and lots and lots, red and blue and gold and silver and green and more blue and more gold, and I used them for several years and they folded so well and were so perfect under the tree (even the green ones, because I put gold bows on them) that I have been slightly disappointed in all my wrapping paper ever since, and falling into these traps of shiny and mylar and so on.
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Date: 2013-12-05 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 04:55 pm (UTC)Among many other debacles, you reminded me of a status I posted on Facebook last year:
"Apologies in advance to everyone that I see over the next several days: when I bought the wrapping paper I could have sworn that it merely had the glitter pattern *printed* on instead of being composed of millions of tiny particles of stripper dust that would follow me everywhere for weeks."
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Date: 2013-12-06 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
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