Do any of you have someone in your life who is impossible to shop for?
For me, it’s one of my two younger brothers. By the time Christmas rolls around, my mom (or, Santa…) always exclaims: “I have no idea what to get him.”
Well…me either, Santa. He leaves me scratching my head every year. I was about to take the easy way out (read: a $20 Chipotle gift card) until I paid a visit to the Handmade Arcade.
Gabby, whom I met through blogging back in August, and I headed down to the David L. Lawrence Convention Center on Saturday and spent a couple of hours checking out booth after booth of local hand-made goods.
I was impressed by the amount of vendors there and loved the fact that so many of them were local companies. A couple of my favorites included Junxtaposition and Green Bubble Gorgeous. If anyone would like to buy me the toasted coconut vanilla cupcake-shaped bubble bomb from GBG, I would love you forever.
(Via Green Bubble Gorgeous’ Etsy page. How cute is that?)
I stuck to buying gifts for others, so no fun bath products for me. Another thing I was tempted to buy? A hula hoop.
I used to be a hula-hooping pro when I was younger. I spent a lot of time outside practicing rhythmic gymnastics tricks with one, and of course, just swirling one around my hips for what felt like hours. I was good. Such a useful talent to have, right? I should put it on my resume.
I remember back in college, my friends and I were out on the town one night when we came across a girl, who was easily our age or even a bit older, hula-hooping away on the sidewalk. I may or may not have stolen her hula hoop for a few minutes in an attempt to show her up…
Still one of my fondest memories of senior year. Also, it looks like I’m not wearing shoes. I had black flats on. I promise.
Anyway, this is getting ridiculous. My point is that seeing hula hoops at the Handmade Arcade flooded me with good memories and made me want to get one. Part of me also wanted to go up to the vendor and steal hers away (just like old times!) to see if I still had it in me. But, I refrained.
To be honest, my impossible-to-shop-for brother was the furthest person from my mind when I walked into the fair. But, I happened to leave with a few unique items that I thought he’d like. Much better than a boring old gift card.
Who do you consider “impossible” to shop for in your life?
Have you ever been to a craft fair?