Ho ho hold on

I love Christmas time. I love the music and the food, the shopping, gift-giving and family time. Finding the perfect gift for someone gives me a little thrill.

A few days ago, at Wicker Emporium, I found the perfect gift for my Dad.

Anyone who knows my Dad, or has been to my house during the holidays, knows that he collects Santas. And I mean collects.
Since this photo was taken, more than 15 Santas have been added to the "army".

Anyway, that brings me back to my point. I found a beautiful metal Santa with a matching tree. Sounds super lame, but I know Dad will love it.

I was proven right tonight when we went to Wicker Emporium to find Dad's secretaries ornaments for their Christmas presents. Dad went right up to the display with the metal Santas, picked it up, and said he had to have it. I had to explain to Dad that it was Christmas time and he really shouldn't buy himself anything. It took a lot of convincing but we left without buying the Santa.

At least I know he's going to like it.

Boys blowing up our phones

Christmas shopping quickly degenerated into one-for-me-one-for-you shopping today after my exam. I bought myself a new hoodie (a necessity at this time of year, really) and a piece of artwork (lobster shanty, traps, water, and boat - the most maritimes print ever). The print has been added to what I will describe as the only artisitc corner of my room. It has a large seahorse "statue", an even larger wire Eiffel Tower, and now this maritime-y print. Never let me decorate a house/room/office/anything.

Artistic corner:


In unrelated news, I miss having a boyfriend because now I never know if solo boy hangouts are dates. I don't think they are dates, but I can't tell what these boys think. And I'm pretty sure when the boy offers to pay, it IS a date. How am I so freakin' awkward?