Is it just me, or is it rather challenging for most of us to find those perfect little somethings for the men in our lives?
My-Reason-For-Living-In-France for example either wants nothing at all, “just you,” or the same old, same old. The same old consists of either a navy blue or medium grey cashmere V-neck sweater. How many can one man own?
I’ve tried slipping nuances of darkish blues and myriad hues of grey sweaters under his skeptical radar and he might wear them reluctantly, but he ultimately goes back to his favorites — of which there are many. I’ve even tried to be creative with the finish around the V, and believe me that’s quite a feat. It ends up being the “startling” difference between thick or thin, not even mildly inspiring.
When I asked my adorable son-in-law what he wanted for Christmas, he said “a belt.” Need I tell you the research and conference calls with Drea that went into finding a simple brown belt? (I didn’t think so.) He, like MRFLIF, wears the same color sweaters all-the-time. However, he has a covetable collection of shirts in both stripes and checks. He keeps the solids in classic colors, as does MRFLIF.
Oh, I almost forgot, both of them love Burlington socks and in this tiny vestment category, I’m allowed to go a little berserk, which I do. Such a relief. . .
As with my friends and daughter, I always ask Will what he would like from France and inevitably he has two requests: Mini Lion candy bars, apparently the minis don’t exist in the States, and Fin Gourmets mustard from Maille.
He also likes savon de Marseille, so I get a special vetiver scent for him.
This time, I’ve been wildly creative and have found an absolutely perfect Bento lunchbox for Will. You never know, he might really like it and, if he doesn’t, Drea probably will.
I consider the Bento a highly developed form of creative gift giving.
Tomorrow will be the final instalment of miscellaneous items I’m taking back to friends and Drea’s and Will’s sweet dog walker.