Every year my two SIL and I all buy presents for each other. It's kind of ridiculous as we all live so far away from each other and live such different lives that we inevitably buy something the other will not use. Complete and utter waste of time, effort and money I might say if I was feeling grinchy.
But no. It's the thought that counts, right?
Right. So last year youngest SIL (city apartment living, shopaholic bargain hunter extraordinaire with a penchant for regular belongings cullings to preserve her minimalist interior style) bought me a T-shirt. A bright green large t-shirt with a picture of a pig on the front and a little curly pig's tail on the back. It's quite a cute pig- Meg and Amy have both put dibs on it for when I grow out of it- but it's still a pig, right?
Maybe she didn't think about the imagery.
Maybe it was a totally innocent buy.
Maybe the gift I bought her is, too.
When we visited during Golden Week she was raving about her bread machine and how wonderful it is. Perfect. I bought her two bread machine cookbooks. One called something like 'making great bread because it's a bread machine not despite it.' And the other? The other is called 'bread recipes that won't make you fat.'
Nothing wrong with that now is there?
I mean if I was really making a point I could have just repackaged the complete set of Billy's Bootcamp DVDs elder SIL (career woman extraordinaire who shops via internet and tv, has the best of everything and all that she needs) gave me for Christmas, yeah?