Two years ago, I did that thing where you see something in a Pottery Barn catalogue that makes your heartbeat quicken because it is perfection and you want it — no, you NEED it —and while you are picturing what it might look like on Instagram, your credit card number is flying into your computer (along with the expiration date and your three-digit code on the back), and the Thing That Is Perfection has arrived in a much-too-large box on your doorstep, packed by people who are absolutely not out to protect the environment.
That’s happened to you, right?
Anyway, in this particular case, the perfect thing was a hanging Advent calendar with pockets of various sizes in which to put toys and trinkets for your little one to find during the month leading up to Christmas. Joy!
After receiving the rolled-up bit of fabric and disposing of the refrigerator-sized box, I started scouring my surroundings, and the Internet, for terribly cute little knick-knacks and what-nots to wrap in terribly cute paper and arrange in terribly cute little pockets.
The result was all, well, pretty terribly cute.
My daughter loved it. I Instagrammed it. All was right with the world.
But, by the time Christmas arrived, I was sort of over it. [Read more...]