Long ago in my Martha Stewart-worship days, I used to get super-jazzed about wrapping presents. I had some of the most beautiful wrapping paper ever created – a thick, textured paper with gorgeous floral scroll-work and gold embossing (everything is better when it’s gold, remember). It’s just lovely stuff, and the photo does not do it justice.
I’ve had a scrap of it for a few years, and every so often I cut off a little to use for a tiny present or something, but this little bit is all that’s left. (If you ever find anymore, snatch it up and I’ll pay you double for.)
Now, a different situation: Ever since the bat bug episode, our bed has floated in the middle of the room in a sea of paranoia, and I can’t use my wall lamp. Instead, I’ve been using a bare bulb that has a switch on the cord so I can turn it off from bed when I’m done reading. I like this lazy arrangement, but Lloyd has repeatedly pointed out how horrible it looks. Ok, ok. How’s this?
Now we can all be happy. For now.