|More Present Wrapping Goodness!
||[Dec. 24th, 2003|12:20 pm]
|||||festive, possibly delusional||]|
My last post's essay chronicles, in a strange wandering way, my enthusiasm for proper present wrapping. This year I strived to achieve new levels of wrapping weirdness.
You see, one of the presents for my grandmother was distinctly odd-shaped. No box came with it and the item has a really distinctive shape. I tried to decide how I could wrap it. Putting it into a large box would leave a lot of wasted space. Hmm... New custom shapes... After all, the point of wrapping is to disguise...
The resultant gift looks like a banjo. Really! It's a banjo shape, fully wrapped, with glittery gold ribbon forming strings. (I didn't have time to make tuning pegs, though.) The theory here is that people will look at the package, their brain will scream "BANJO!", and they will be derailed from guessing what's really inside. Now that's holiday fun! :>
(You can post guesses for what's in it, if you like. I'll post the --probably anticlimactic-- answer after our holiday present opening.)
Heheheheheh. Be sure to put a small pick in an itty bitty wrapper alongside it :)
Last year it was sooooo nice, Nic and Kit came up and Nic did all the wrapping. And then we sang Great Big Sea at the Divine Miss M.
Very nice. I think it's a harmonica. ;-)
You want I should take a pic before Kit leaves?
Hmm . . .
A Tin of cookies and a poster.
A Blue 1995 Lexus SC 300 with alloy wheels!
One year, I gave Smash a Husky plush for Xmas and being quite large, I decided to wrap it up in a shape that closely followed the contours of the shape. There was a big ribbon and a card that asked "Guess what it is!"
As for the grandmotherly present, I have to say either a tennis racket - which is unlikely or a skillet - which grandmothers love. I go with my last assesment.
I say, excellent guessing, sir! You've correctly deduced that it was a frying pan. And, yes, she liked the gift. Kudos, my wolfy pal, and happy holidays!
My grandfather is officially no fun at any ocassion which... well... ocassions gift-giving. He can look at any box, bag, whathaveyou, and guess immediately what's inside.
This has led to some rather extensive and elaborate experiments at creative gift-wrapping. Including wrapping something small in a huge box and (not kidding) adding rocks to throw him off by increasing the weight. Including wrapping angular presents in tubes so as to disguise the angularness. Including... well, I'm sure you get my point. The frightening thing is that he's *never* wrong. The closest I've ever seen him to missing it is when he won't commit to a specific item, but, rather, just give a generality. E.g., he's been given a pound of chocolate-covered espresso beans, mysteriously wrapped, and rather than guess "coffee" (due to the scent), he's guessed "candy".
It's really kind of frightening. And it's really no fun, because we try *so* hard to surprise him. I think all of us (when very very young) have been sure we've got him on the ropes, and then he'll guess, and we're so heartbroken (being hooked as we were on the surprise) that we've cried.
Oh. Forgot to mention - none of us have his gift, really, although there have been one or two occasions that I just *knew* what was in the box. The one that stands out best in my memory is the Christmas of my 18th year, when I received a leather jacket. And my mom had taken some pains to disguise it, but I just... had this feeling it was a leather jacket. And, to my utter shock and amazement, I was right.