I bought my wrapping paper last week.
From here on out, it’s a rush of gifts and bows and menus and ribbon and cards and metallic outliners to address the cards and baking cookies and gift bags and holiday music in every single store, with no exceptions. Of course, the music has been grating on my nerves for a few weeks now and Christmas stuff has been popping up since right after Halloween. It just always seems like until I buy the wrapping paper, it’s not officially the holiday season yet. I can pretend that time is not zipping by at an alarming rate. I can ignore he fact that it’s almost 2009 (when did that happen?!). But there’s no turning back now.
The evolution of wrapping paper choice is a fascinating thing. When I was a teen, I’d wrap my gifts in Sunday comics and put little clues on the wrapping paper about the gifts. Like if I was giving someone a Little Prince journal, I might cut out a fox or a street lamp from a magazine and tape it on the wrapping paper (naturally, you can’t make the clues too obvious). Then I graduated to a sort of tissue paper/cellophane combo. I love silver, so after that came a silver phase in which everything was wrapped in silver paper or mylar sheets with metallic white bows. This year, I’m doing red foil wrapping paper. I have red and white tissue paper (some with stripes, some with dots) to go with it. And awesome bows.
I’d like to think that, because my wrapping paper choice this year was more expensive and classy, I am now a grownup. I mean, my internal age will always be 16, but doing grownup things can be fun sometimes. And who knows? I may decide to bust out the Sunday comics next year. It’s the green choice, after all.