Welcome to the first in a hysterical — not always in the ha-ha sense; more like frenzied — series of last minute shopping ideas from some of my absolute favorite bloggers. (Today is Part I of a four part saga.)
I’m so please they agreed. Surely they’ve got better things to do.
I treat my blog as my own little magazine which allows me to invite imaginative writers of quality, taste and style to contribute — as you will see below. (You’re probably thinking too bad she doesn’t have someone editing her from time to time, but c’est la vie: typos, non-agreeing verb tenses and all. I would be more than happy if any of you would like to jump in and publicly humiliate me with corrections of any sort from my French to my punctuation. Really, I don’t mind.)
I digress (so what’s new?) I’m sure you will enjoy the following responses from, in this order: “Skye Peale” at Privilege; Deja Pseu at Une Femme and Lily Lemontree at Lily Lemontree to the simple question — with absolutely no direction: “Tell us some of your favorite last minute cadeau suggestions.” Oh, yes, followed by: “Please and thank-you.”
We’re talking to three women who take good manners very, very seriously.
Here is what they said and if you want more where this came from you must go visit them chez eux. You will not be disappointed, I promise.
By Lisa (aka: Skye Peale)
Tish has done me the singular favor of requesting that I post my thoughts on last minute presents. Luckily, I have some. Thoughts, I mean.
All last minute presents are not created equal.
There’s the last minute present of obligation. You owe the ballet teacher, tonight’s hostess, or your cousin arriving in town. Surprise! For those situations, I rely on certain retailers with sufficient taste. Mass market, I’m a Pottery Barn gal. Pottery Barn vs. vs. Sonoma vs. is the Ford vs. Chrysler vs. Dodge vs. Chevrolet of our generation. Park close by, run in, grab something pre-wrapped, run out. Cheese markers, for example. Nobody has those. I’ve also found a few boutiques on University Avenue – Palo Alto’s main street – offering unique little thingamabobs. Odd objects of desire amongst some, well, some other stuff. Just make sure there’s meaning attached, if you go for objects. The blue horse below would be good for an equestrienne, not so good for the math teacher. Unless she liked native American crafts. This kind of present says, “I see you. I acknowledge you.”
Then there’s the last minute present of love. Usually these are put off because they are hard. Of course, not for my sisters. I can buy for my sisters in my sleep. If I had a million extra dollars my sisters would have to buy new houses for all their presents. I just get them what I want.
My brother is more complicated. First of all, he’s a man. I am somewhat mystified by men’s style. That part where the salesperson lays the shirt and ties lovingly on the glass counter? And tells you that the orange dot/stripe picks up the taupe? Yeah. Not getting it. But I do, by now, 49 years into his life, know what my brother likes to wear.
He’s got style. You look at him and think, hey, that guy dresses really well. Doesn’t look like he tries. Classic at first glance. Subversive and artistic on closer examination.
What I also know about men is that if they have certain jobs, banker, lawyer, psychologist, professor, salesman, CEO, venture capitalist, a long storied list, they have to wear A. LOT. OF. SHIRTS. While they own the basics, a white, a blue, a something else, there is almost always something missing. One shirt with a certain detail. Or higher quality of cloth than they usually invest in for work.
As the perfect last-minute present for your beloved professional male, here is my nomination. The Etro shirt*.