Friday, September 14, 2007

Gifts Worthy of Royalty. AKA Me.

A little note from your neighborhood vaguely-green-minded-when-it's-convenient-Princess....

If you are invited to a wedding and generous enough to go out and get a gift for the couple, perhaps from their registery, please think twice about having it shipped to them. Yes, it's convenient for you (hey you can even do it from your computer while eating Cheetos before getting dressed in the morning... hypothetically speaking) and it's convenient for the couple because it arrives at their home and they can open it whenever they so choose. But you must know that stores with names that sound kind of like, I don't know, Grate & Carol, or Head, Half, & Heeyond, hate the Earth.

They will wrap your gift in crazy crumbly wrapping material that is rather like paper but with a weird, plastic-y wax-y finish that makes you think it's not really recycleable and use enough of that stuff to wrap a beluga whale three times over for, oh, two wine glasses.

However, not to sound like an ingrate, (because I am not! I love gifts very much! Thank you to anyone who has ever gotten me a gift, ever! Lots of kisses to you!) we have been delighted by the small trickle of boxes that have come in over the past couple of weeks. What I find funny is that we now have the complete collection of red, white, AND champagne glasses that we registered for and exactly ZERO of the knives, forks, and spoons that we had also put on our registry. Apparently my alcoholic tendencies are a little more, erm, well-known than I had realized.

But. GREAT! Now y'all don't have to drink Chateau-Neuf out of coffee mugs, anymore, when you come to visit me. (Because yeah, I serve Chateau-Neuf all the time.)

You will still have to eat the mashed potatoes with your fingers, though. Sorry.

This weekend will be full of joyful activities such as cleaning. And creating space for aforementioned new army of stemware. And paying vendors more money, because apparently our accounts are not sufficiently drained. And borrowing baby stuff because somewhere in my giddy, oh-I-just-got-engaged-life-is-wonderful-perhaps-I-will-even-feel-maternal-one-day state, I somehow managed to offer our only guest room to my friend who is bringing her six month old baby to stay with us for a week. From France. Because I must have been high when I thought a six month olds adjust to an eight hour time change gracefully.

So, wish me luck. And at the very least, I shall be able to drink quite a lot of wine before having to ever do a load of dishes. Life really could be a lot worse.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I used to work at "Grate and Carol" - if you take the crazy packing paper to the store, they'll recycle it for you. Kind of a pain rolling it back up but . . .

Princess in Galoshes said...

Oooh, I did not know that! But I will totally take it back! THANK YOU!!!

meno said...

I would like to know where you are registered. 'Cause you know, people who are getting married need flatware. Send me an e-mail. Menoblog@gmail.com
If you don't, i WILL fly to Colorado.

hamiam said...

Heehee...what HAVE you been smoking? I think you are dead on in recognizing the error of inviting le bebe de jet lag over for the weekend. Have fun...

Diane said...

I'm pretty sure French babies drink wine, so things should go pretty smoothly!

Pauline said...

If a week with a six month old doesn't raise every hibernating maternal instinct you harbor, then perhaps it will do the opposite and convince you never to be a mother lol.

You can always recycle that unrecyclable paper yourself by smoothing it out a bit, stamping designs on it, and using it for wrapping gifts to give. I haven't bought wrapping paper at a store in years...

Marcia said...

Ok, since I know your secret royal real name, I totally just stalked your gift registries. And. A) you have great taste. B) You love Nambe almost as much as I do. Have you seen Michael Aram's stuff? (http://www.michaelaram.com/) You will love it. C) I just got the pink cone dustbuster, and um, it is AWESOME. Especially watching my husband use it.

M-M-M-Mishy said...

I would imagine that it be easier to adjust everyone else's sleeping patterns to match the baby's. Just become nocturnal for a week. That would be my solution. Although, that week would probably be TERRIBLE for any sightseeing your friend would want to do...

Christie said...

Wine is like earplugs. Once you drink enough, the crying gets drowned out. Promise.

Princess in Galoshes said...

Meno- Do you really think I would let you buy me things after my spoiled little routine the other day??????? Plus, if it would make you come to Colorado, all the more incentive for me! :-)

Ham- I will let you know if I survive.

Diane- Ooooh, I bet they do. I will have a nice little pinot chilling for le bebe.

Pauline- I love that you make your own wrapping paper, somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Sadly, this paper is all shredded-y, so it can't really be smoothed out. But apparently it CAN be recycled, so there's currently a crapload of it sitting in my trunk.

Marcia- I knew you would have good taste, because we are basically the same person, remember? :-) And it so does not surprise me that you have the pink cone duster. I don't forsee The Funasaurus using it, but perhaps I will hold yer hubby up as an example.

Mishy- I am spending exactly ONE night in the same house as the baby. Then I go to a hotel.

Christie- I believe you, and I will take your advice very seriously.