Popcorn has a tendency to get attached to things. Things that I consider junk. Like a rock. A rubber lizard. A teeny tiny seashell. A bird nest that is carefully wrapped in tissue paper and stored in a shoebox in the closet. Don't tell Studmuffin about that last one. He told me to throw it out. I thought it was too sweet to trash. The same as the cardinal feathers I found in her window sill. There is a strict rule of "no feathers in the house. They carry mites." But, when you find the feathers so carefully hidden, and you know they've been there for months, because you remember forbidding them in the house, it's like, what's the point now? The damage is done.
Well, Popcorn tends to feel the same way about certain gift bags. She had a Scooby Doo gift bag that belonged to "this family" and we could not use it for anyone who did not reside in this house,because then we'd no longer have the Scooby Doo gift bag, and she liked it. Every time I wrapped a present for anyone at all, she would hunt me down and say, "Mommy, please don't use the Scooby Doo bag, that bag needs to stay in the family." And I would find it amusing, so I kept it...Remember, I'm cheap, and I love free stuff (click here to read more.) I feel very passionately about this when it comes to gift bags. My goal in life is to never actually buy gift bags, but to repurpose (how green am I?) them for the next present.
Well, the last party the girls were invited to, I made Popcorn part with the bag. Number One, it was time to leave for the party, and we were frantically wrapping the present. I had no gift wrap, so this was our only option, short of bags with poinsettias or baby motifs. She was upset, but decided to make the sacrifice for the love of her friend.
Tonight we were frantically looking for wrap or a bag for the gift she needs for a party she's going to tomorrow. She is going to the party from the babysitter's since I have to work, so I can't exactly wrap it and take it their tomorrow. Our bag supply has not improved because, alas, nobody has received a gift since last time.
Aha! We have bags the right size!
Houston, we have a problem....The bag is yet another bag that she loves. This time it's Tweety.
Okey dokey...I'm calm. I'm patient. I'm loving.
Aha! Strawberry Shortcake....
This one is too babyish. Popcorn doesn't like Strawberry Shortcake, so neither will Amanda.
How about this one?
It's boring. Just a plain brown gift bag. And no. She's not going to decorate it herself. She doesn't "feel like it."
I'm calm. I'm patient. I'm loving....
Then she spies it....A Taz gift bag! That's perfect!
Happy, happy, joy, joy....
It turns out the Taz bag is the Tweety bag...Different picture on the other side....
No. She doesn't want to use it. It's the family bag. She wants to have this bag in our house.
I'm calm. I'm patient. I'm loving...
I honestly did not lose my temper. I know. My tolerance is nothing short of a miracle.
We finally did find a bag. We settled on one that is way too big for the present.
Only to discover that I'm out of tissue paper.
Dangit, dangit, dangit, dangit!
We found some packing paper, fluffed it just so, and called it good.
So, to all interested parties who may be purchasing presents from my children: Please send gift bags. I'm cheap, I like to reuse gift bags, and I'm too lazy to wrap gifts, plus my brain is too weak to remember to buy bags or wrap at the store. So please, please include a cute bag with your gift. I promise it will be put to good use...Unless it is too baby-ish, or Valentiney, or Christmas themed, or Popcorn becomes inexplicably attached to it, in which case it will be looked at every time I drag out the wrap box, but will be forbidden to be used...
In review: The bag should be cute, but not so cute Popcorn becomes attached. The bag cannot be too big or too small. Avoid themes if at all possible, because they will inevitably be the wrong ones. Unless it's the right theme, in which case we will have it for all time, because it will become a "family bag, that needs to be in our house."
Thank you for your consideration in this matter. Remember: My problems are your problems.