Is That You, Santa Claus?
Some of my favorite pictures of me as a little girl are of one of my very first Christmases, wherein I seemingly snuggled with and ate the newspaper in which some of my gifts were wrapped. I didn’t care so much about the gifts the various paper were hiding, but I LOVED the paper, and my face covered in black ink was proof enough of my early affinity for all festive wrapping and gift boxing. I like to pretend that’s where my continuously documented paper obsession began, but thankfully nowadays I don’t eat my favorite paper. (Iggy does, though. His favorite snack happens to be Kleenex.)
This year we bought both (the original!) How The Grinch Stole Christmas!, and Scrooged and couldn’t watch either as we completely forgot we had neglected to fully install our DVD player after moving in October and well, we (see: I) misplaced the necessary RCA cables. Because I am awesome, and so organized with The Packing, of course.
I maintain I didn’t know they were pertinent cables, but then again all of those cables have always looked the same to me, which is why I handed Chris a completely useless set thinking they were exactly! what he was looking for. Apparently not, as it were.
Instead! of our two previously chosen Christmas movies, over the holiday weekend we watched Planes, Trains and Automobiles, The Family Man, which I had never seen (mostly surprising as I’m the bigger Nicolas Cage fan of the pair of us), and Home Alone.
While Chris was doing some last minute shopping over the weekend I also watched The Great Outdoors , Transformers, The Wizard and American Graffiti, wherein I was convinced Harrison Ford was not really co-starring, even though the opening credits promised he was. (Turns out he was wearing a cowboy hat the entire time and I couldn’t tell it was him until the very end.)
Turns out I’m also quite movie-watching efficient when given copious amounts of free time and rainy weather patterns.
All in all it was a rather lovely Christmas, full of joy, eggnog, and the quiet that comes from staying in a city for the holiday festivities wherein not all of your family resides. I missed the big boisterous familial gatherings, to be sure, but our first Christmas as a Mr. & Mrs. was a memorable one, and Chris managed to aid and abet my afore-mentioned (myriad times, I know!) paper obsession with pretty additions like this one:
(That’s a real tree! pencil. Made with real bark!)
Or this one:
Or this one:
Or, wait, this one, too:
I am clearly spoiled:
I do maintain my innocence in the gift-giving this year, being that I went super-understated, and in fact insisted that Chris not buy me anything beyond an umbrella because I didn’t NEED anything else. (We’re still working on the “obey” part of our vows.) To his credit, there IS an umbrella in that box of unwrapped goods:
And then there was one of the best (non) Christmas cards I’ve ever received (one of three from Chris):
(The card reads kids!!! are those your father’s “special balloons” from the bedroom nightstand? season’s greetings.)
On a completely unrelated tangent: If anyone knows a reverse rain dance I can perform to make my (very green!) city just a tad less soggy, I’m all ears. Or feet, as it were.
(Editor’s note: This is a momentous occasion, because, while I verily LOVE Portland, I am hereby admitting, for the first time ever, that I MISS the sunshine; I also miss cloudy skies that just appear cloudy, rather than perpetually liquefying all area inhabitants on a mostly daily basis, amen.)
I hope your holiday festivities were equally joyous, and if anyone watched more movies than I did, I’m totally sending you cookies. Or a dvd. Or cookies AND a dvd. You deserve something! for such stellar and determined cinematic efforts.
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Not sure if I quite made it to 7…
Ocean’s 13, Bourne Ultimatum, Pirates #3, Elf, No Country for Old Men, Enchanted, Simpsons, & National Treasure #2. OooH! That’s 8!!
Plus! We have Ratatouille & Hot Fuzz on the docket.
PS, love the new papers!
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I hereby bow down to your movie-watching prowess. Now comes the trickiest part of all: finding a movie to send you that you HAVEN’T seen. But I do love a challenge. (And: Thanks! I’m rather smitten with them myself. Chris is amazing with the papier selecting.)
Ohh, I love the peacock notebook! So beautiful! And that card is hysterical :)
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Thanks! Isn’t the peacock great? Peacocks are probably the most under-appreciated of all the bird family. So stately, they are. With great plumage. And now I sound like I want to date the peacock or something. But, if I was a bird, I totally would be hitting on that peacock. If I was a male peacock, of course. Ahem.
That card is AWESOME.
As is the pretty paper. I just ordered more pretty paper yesterday…it’s a sickness. Really.
:)
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I lurve it, which is like love, only stronger, and with more affinity for paper. ; )
And: me, TOO. I went shopping for more! paper yesterday. I again blame Chris because he took me to Oblation and I nearly died. I also bought all of my Christmas cards for next year. I am so my mother right now, if my mother ever actually sent cards.
The peacock is awesome.
I remember, with wistful nostalgia, the days when I could watch that many movies in a weekend while crocheting away. Can’t even come close, with a three-year-old in the house. :-)
Oh, the paper obsession. Mine has been recently fueled by sticky notes populated by woodland creatures. Merry Christmas!
Maybe you can do some sort of southward-facing, gesticulating rain dance to re-direct a bit of the rain down here?
Sounds like a perfect first married Christmas. :)
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Only if I get to call it My Southward-Facing, Gesticulating Rain Dance. ; )
That card had me snorting out loud. Love it!
I always used to love getting paper supplies when I was younger, heck, alright, I love it still now. And the real tree bark pencils are awesome - even though I usually had to pass them on to my dad to be sharpened because I AM A WIMPY GIRL.
We haven’t got a DVD player here yet, and I am going slowly insane. And Nicolas Cage is awesome. ‘Nuff said.
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One of my all-time favorite brand of cards right there. They have one that reads “In retrospect, Earl should have married his other cousin.” Classy.
And I am dying to ask someone who loves Nicolas Cage as much as I do: Did you watch Ghost Rider? Because I SO want to, and Chris won’t let me. I’m going to sneak it off OnDemand as soon as I can. Because what’s better than good Nicolas Cage movies? BAD Nicolas Cage movies, amen.
I do so love paper, the tactile relationship with it. Happy New Year.
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Yes! That’s IT. I was trying to explain to Mr. Techno(logy, not the music) Everything Is Digital (a.k.a. Chris), why I don’t have to put EVERYTHING in Google Calendar, because see I have this PAPER planner, and he was looking at me like I was crazy, and I was trying to explain that books, print, paper, you can touch! it, and I couldn’t describe it better beyond: “I like to touch the paper,” which made me look like some sort of paper pervert or something.
Tactile!
I love you for (many reasons, not the least of which is) how you make sense of the mumbo-jumbo swimming about in my brain.
Happy very belated Christmas to you. Love your notebooks and that card is hilarious (I see those brand of cards around and buy them every now and again).