My Christmas Dos and Don’ts: A Shopping Guide

Like most people, I fancy myself an easy-to-shop-for kind of gal, and like most people, I am secretly particular, impossibly quirky and hard to please. In an effort to take some pressure off of your Black Friday gift-buying excursion (and under the assumption that I am on the top of your list), I’ve decided to provide a little shopping guide. Go grab a note pad, and you’re welcome.

1) For a spring tradition with a just-in-time-for-Christmas makeover…

DON’T
Don’t get me candycane flavored Peeps. Peppermint marshmallows? Gross. I don’t really care for the traditional Easter Peeps, but at least they’re cute. These things look like gun shot victims. Do they remind you of Christmas? They remind me of Reservoir Dogs.
peeps

DO
Do buy me a six-pack of Cran-brrr-itas. In fact, put an asterisk by this one. I haven’t tried this flavor yet, but I like the Lime-a-ritas enough to risk exposing myself as a total south Georgia redneck by drinking them at parties. I can imagine the cranberry works here, and I appreciate that there is some onomatopoeia in the title. Well done, Budweiser.
cran brrr rita

To keep me cozy…
DON’T
Don’t get me a Snuggie. Snuggies are shapeless, horrid, and made from synthetic fabric, and I don’t want one in this house. It isn’t because I wouldn’t wear it but rather because I fear I’d never be able to take it off. There is real potential for a Gulum and his “precious” ring scenario here. I have an old drafty house, and I like to be warm. Like, crazy-warm. I wore a bathrobe (and occasionally a scarf) to the dinner table for three winters before my husband finally called a contractor to blow in a bunch of extra insulation. It’s warmer at home than it was in winters past, but you know what? I’d be even warmer in one of those horrid Snuggies.
snuggie
(this could happen)

DO
Just get me a turtleneck. I love turtlenecks. My daughter thinks they’re “dorky,” but I couldn’t give a rip what that girl thinks. Get me a turtleneck. If you really love me, it will be cashmere. If you buy me gifts out of family obligation, it will be acrylic. No hard feelings. I already know into which category I fall. I could also use a new UGA sweatshirt. I have been wearing the same one since I was 19 (i.e. literally half my life).
turtleneck
(I would rock this)

If you want to get me something spicy…

DON’T
Don’t get me a cinnamon broom. Brooms, even if they have spice-encrusted bristles, are lousy gifts. Cinnamon brooms are witchy in appearance and have an overpowering odor. I don’t see how the employees in the floral department of the grocery store can stand to work in such close proximity to them without wearing a respirator.
broom

DO
Get me a pan of cinnamon rolls. Preferably fresh. If there are at least six in the pan, I will offer you one.
cinnamon rolls

To please my coffee-lovin’ soul…

DON’T
Don’t get me a Kureig. I’ve had this stuff at friends’ houses. I can admit it is good, but what do you expect me to do with one measly cup of coffee? Eight ounces of joe is the poke that wakes the bear.
Keurig

DO
If you’re particularly brand-loyal to Kureig, bring it on, I suppose. I will put it on a bedside table, and perhaps that single cup will hold me until I can get into the kitchen. You could get me four Kureig coffee makers to sit side-by-side on the counter. I’d also enjoy one of those industrial set ups that they use at diners and in hospitals.
coffee

For a gift with international flair…

DON’T
Don’t get me a fancy box of assorted European chocolates. I hate to put this down as a don’t, but I’m horribly allergic to nuts of all kinds. You hide them in chocolate and label them in German, and I’m playing Russian roulette for Christmas.

DO
A nice alternative to imported chocolates might me an Italian leather carrying case for my Benadryl and Epipen. And a sympathy card.

And finally, to treat my feet…

DON’T
I don’t want these beautiful J Crew shoes. Not even a little. Let’s forget about the fact that the ligaments in my ankles are as slack as the elastic waistband in a vintage pair of Jockeys. Let’s not even acknowledge how hard it would be for me to make it out of my bedroom door in these 4″ heels without spraining both ankles. Let’s just focus on the straps. The very dark straps. With tassels! Dark straps do for ankle width and leg length what neon vacancy signs do for creepy motels: they draw attention to them. When you look over your Christmas list, find the woman whom you’d describe as “willowy” and buy her these shoes.
j crew heel

DO
A good alternative to these pumps might be a nice pair of ballet flats Tevas an upholstered footstool. And a pan of nut-free cinnamon rolls. Or a six pack of cran-brrr-itas. I will kick back in my dorky turtleneck and get my Christmas on.
foot stool
(photo credit: stichinpostinsisters)

Feel free to leave your own dos and don’ts in the comments section. Happy shopping!

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15 Comments on “My Christmas Dos and Don’ts: A Shopping Guide

    • They’re decorative, and yeah, it would mess with your head if there were one in the house. “Yum, who made snickerdood…oh, it’s that broom.”

  1. I love your tastes…I caved in and got the snuggie for me…I wrap myself in it to get to sleep whilst my body gets used to the cold bedroom, until my down comforter does its duties…it’s too long to walk around …I just keep it for bed OR if I’m sick, well that’s not the same…snuggie and comfy couch…I want your list of do’s…especially the cinnamon buns!

      • I originally started out to purchased the one you posted for my daughter for Christmas, then turned around and got a charcoal one for my grandson (looking more manly for a 9 yr old) then one week I was sick and ripped open the package and have never regretted it since…it is so soft. I bought 3 other throws (without arms) with the same softness for my Bette (cat) and me.

  2. Thank you, I have damn near died from laughing now. I too have to admit…I own a Snuggie. It is tan and HUGE (I mean H-U-G-E) and compliments of Ben’s grandparents several years ago for Christmas. Believe it or not I was actually kind of excited about it as I am always cold and the sheer convenience of it was rather intriguing & appealing to me. In all honesty, it has sat in my hallway closet for years now. The problem is, I’m no where near graceful enough to walk in such a mammoth piece of fabric (with arm holes, who can resist the urge to not just wear it around the house) and the one size fits all factor (meaning a 6 foot tall man could theoretically wear the same Snuggie as I was sporting on my 5’3″ frame) left me feeling more like Yoda. :o)

  3. I’m totally with you on the Peeps (eww) and the cinnamon buns (yum)! I love sugar and marshmallows, but I can’t get into Peeps.

    PS: You’re my favorite comment today!

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