I’m always embarrassed to ask for gifts*, but I decided that this one was just right, and that I would really like to have it, and that my hubby would never know if I don’t ask him, and never know where to find it unless I sent the link. Rather to my surprise, he accepted the schmoozing well! He said, “I always like to know what you’d like for Christmas! I like it! It looks like you — what you’d like.”
So, all you slightly-condescending, Burberry-wearing proper Scottish ladies**: Next time I come, I won’t be wearing $1000 worth of impressive warm wool, but neither will I be wearing “gigantic mountain puffa jackets with 30 yellow zips and pockets.” (Thanks to (un)relaxed dad for this giggle-inducing description.)
*If you really know me, you should be able to read my mind, and just choose the perfect gift, right?
**Note, if you’re a Scot and a lady and you actually know me, this is not directed to you.