Missy, re can’t face holiday shopping yet…I have cured myself of that problem the last few years by kicking off the season with a “recycled art market” that mcson’s former school holds. The artists produce things via recycled materials with mostly beautiful (although occasionally kitschy) results.
Somewhere along the line I decided that the more “local” and supportive my gift purchases were, the better I felt about it all and the less commercially compulsive the season felt. So I’ve come to enjoy seeing what some of my favorite artists have come up with each year. Eg. There’s a couple who are adorable and make really nice jewelry from beach glass they find walking along a beach. Another woman makes beautifully exquisite gourd carvings.
On Sat., even though I had the chef coming and ergo had a shorter outing, I managed to find gifts that will be good fits for four people on my list, plus another three cute gifts for my sisters. I got mch handled with a kickstarter gift, and fueled my 7 nieces and nephews dr who obsessions…so I’m in good shape.
I had a near brush with disaster on mcson’s almost-gift. A former classmate of his is involved in a UK company that’s producing a novel musical object/equipment (almost too esoteric to describe but it transcribes percussive vibration into midi music). He’s been totally geeked about its launch, but I missed the kickstarter campaign by a day. So I wrote to the company etc. but then found out, thanks to his UK friend and Facebook, that mcson was one of the original backers so his was shipping this month already 
So much for the cool, sneaky gift plan. Finding ways to surprise him is increasingly above my pay grade 
In other news, I think I mentioned that mch bought me some really nice German-forged knives prior to the cooking class party Saturday. Yup, they’re sharp! Chef sliced open 3 of her fingers in a demo of what not to do. Poor stubborn thing wouldn’t let us stop the class lest we ruin dinner, but finally caved long enough for a vet friend to unofficially patch her up with surgical glue and a surgical glove. Don’t think she’ll be forgetting that party anytime soon 
Despite or because of the ER-level drama, a good time was had by all. Of 11 of us, just about everyone had a hand in making gnocchi, which somehow was still surprisingly and consistently wonderful. I think the only one who didn’t was the birthday boy who we’d liquored up good the night before at a “saloon”…lets just say if the word “saloon” is in the bar name, its a given there will be shenanigans 
I’m aiming for a quiet weekend to recover from the not-quiet weekend…but alas, its only Wednesday!
