folly over
Apr. 20th, 2005 08:56 amI will now stop twittering lest the hubris fairies hunt me down and shoot me. So rather than writing how good I feel over and over, just assume a huge red flower is growing out of my head until my next rant. From what I understand of my mood tides, this should occur around Friday, though tonight looks like a contender.
I usually spend Wednesday nights in the excellent company of
scary_lady and
ellistar. However, tonight I must go to the Trafford Centre, because I must buy a very important birthday present, and
larians can't drive me there any other time.
For those who know DT sans lj, it's for his 40th and I am utterly lost as to what to get him. He already owns all the Audrey Hepburn films in the world and the inevitable never-fail present of fine port would be way too temporary on this occasion. He doesn't really care about stuff to put on his walls, I have no idea what books would be a good idea, and in any case, for a gent's 40th, one wants to get something special. Added to which, DT's eye for jewellry is superb, and all his presents to me have been beautiful combinations of silver and amber. Returning the thought would be lovely but difficult because so much men's jewellry is just awful. It's different if it's something with a vaguely historical/mythological feel; there are plenty of Thors Hammers out there, lots of Celtic dragons etc, but I don't see DT going to work with a viking longship attached to a bootlace around his throat. Just doesn't feel like his style to me. Maybe something more 17th Century. A cavalier hat with big feathers in, a helpless maiden with strange dangling ringlets, a wig with strange dangling ringlets, things he can enjoy every day...
God this is going to be hard.
The thought of entering the sheer chavorama of the Trafford Centre is already giving me the willies. Thousands of screaming children accompanied by their helpless parents, not one of whom remembers the wise herbal ways of pacification re fractious infant; i.e; soak baby's dummy in gin and pop in one's own mouth. See how much easier it all gets?
I usually spend Wednesday nights in the excellent company of
For those who know DT sans lj, it's for his 40th and I am utterly lost as to what to get him. He already owns all the Audrey Hepburn films in the world and the inevitable never-fail present of fine port would be way too temporary on this occasion. He doesn't really care about stuff to put on his walls, I have no idea what books would be a good idea, and in any case, for a gent's 40th, one wants to get something special. Added to which, DT's eye for jewellry is superb, and all his presents to me have been beautiful combinations of silver and amber. Returning the thought would be lovely but difficult because so much men's jewellry is just awful. It's different if it's something with a vaguely historical/mythological feel; there are plenty of Thors Hammers out there, lots of Celtic dragons etc, but I don't see DT going to work with a viking longship attached to a bootlace around his throat. Just doesn't feel like his style to me. Maybe something more 17th Century. A cavalier hat with big feathers in, a helpless maiden with strange dangling ringlets, a wig with strange dangling ringlets, things he can enjoy every day...
God this is going to be hard.
The thought of entering the sheer chavorama of the Trafford Centre is already giving me the willies. Thousands of screaming children accompanied by their helpless parents, not one of whom remembers the wise herbal ways of pacification re fractious infant; i.e; soak baby's dummy in gin and pop in one's own mouth. See how much easier it all gets?
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Date: 2005-04-20 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 09:55 am (UTC)I wanted to get something engravable for him, but rings are the obvious, and I don't know if rings are ever an appropriate gift for a gentleman except on his wedding day...
a tie-pin might be a very fine idea.
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Date: 2005-04-20 07:44 pm (UTC)