My vacuum cleaner, I mean, not my birthday which has been more than AWESOME!
I turned 27 today. Nothing special about the number really. At 25 my insurance company lowered my premium. Apparently even though I’ve held a commercial driver’s license since I turned 19 and actually got paid to drive a 40 foot vehicle loaded with children in it, I’m still a higher insurance risk than a 21- year-old married man.So sexist and unfair.
So, my husband has this thing about giving me birthday and Christmas gifts—which is that they should be mostly impractical.
Last Christmas, I told him I wanted a new vacuum cleaner. He scoffed, “I’ll buy you a new vacuum cleaner on a Tuesday.”
I replied, “What if it’s the Dyson DC25 All Floors Ball vacuum, and it costs 400 dollars?”
We went out and bought the vacuum, on a Wednesday. Then “for Christmas” he ordered a bunch of books from my Amazon wishlist.
For my birthday, any gift has to be *especially* frivolous. It took some thought since I really do like getting practical gifts, especially books, but I know its less exciting for him to give them. Luckily, I managed to come up with the perfect gift.
There’s a store in the mall that always sells beautiful clothes, but I’ve never allowed myself to spend money there because they’re really expensive. (Five times what I usually spend on any clothing article.)
Now, he’s not foolish enough to go buy me something off the rack and hope I’ll like it, so he went with me to the store and sat in the waiting room while I tried on a bunch of skirts and tops.
The thing I might now love most about White House| Black Market is not the clothes, but how the sales representative treats you like a celebrity in the fitting rooms.
It never gets tiring having them tell me how great my sense of style is and how everything I pick up looks fabulous on me.
The other thing I *really* love is that in their size range, I’m an XXS. Yes, do go see if you have anything smaller than a “0” please.
He ended up getting me a knit maxi skirt and a silk shirt. I am now 27 and this is the first silk shirt I own. These may very well be the only clothes I own that I will actually bother to dry clean.
I feel like such a dork, especially when this is the other item I really wanted for my birthday:
|Han Solo silicon ice cube tray|
So, if you were me, what frivolous gift would you ask for?