I sent out the Chrstismas gift rotation list to my siblings and their spouses last night.
Because I am crazy that way. And because part of fall for me is planning the winter giving, which I think is one of our better Western traditions: choosing a dismal-light season and expecting that we show each other a bit of love.
My soul is so cheered by a thoughtful gift , or even hearing about a good gift story. Usually, this means a handmade gift, but handgathered has its own particular beauty. One of my best gifts lately: my brother went to Mongolia this summer and brought back, for his textile-loving sister, lengths of silk. In green and aqua. And a hand-snipped paper cutting, with penned-in details and. Silk is a bit fancy for a heavily-used family room, but I'm using it to upholster my new window bench (hey, I have more if I need to remake it), where I can sit and be reminded that my family loves me and knows I have a passion for all things green and beautiful (ideas for what to do with the blue and brown?).I was particularly inspired today by this post at lovely design, showcasing a fantastic collection of paper sent to her from her partner's family in China, because they "heard of my fondness for old and interesting papers." Lovely tied bundles of lined writing paper and blueprints, charts, and grids. I love the listening and love in that gift, and am looking for that quality in my gift giving in December.
What have you been given that showed that same attentiveness? I know I've been a lucky giftee many times; I'll have to think about it and comment on my own post later tonight...