(or What To Get The Female Hipster In Your Life).
Lets just get one thing clear before I begin this. You know how some people are “what do you get for the person who has EVERYTHING?” people?
I am not one of those people.
I am the person who needs STUFF. Wants STUFF. Has plans and could use your HELP. In many ways I’ve used Christmas as a sort of jumping off point for trips I was taking (I need a new backpack and a passport holder!), apartments I was moving into (we need pots and pans! A food processor, please!), but it wasn’t always that way. Before I became an adult that dreamed bigger than her budget, I was, as you may have guessed, a greedy snot of a child.
When I was real young, I was probably pretty easy to shop for. I really liked cats (<some things never change>) so pretty much anything with a cat on it was cool by me. I also liked animals that could talk, anything I could color and paint on (often this included all other presents), and toys that I could pretend were my friends (because I didn’t have any). Really, I just wanted presents in bulk. I remember this because I can’t even picture a time when I wasn’t a quantity over quality person.
Here is a picture of me and my older sister and our new Teddy Ruxpin. Our favorite thing to do together was to feed him cheese curls. My sister doesn’t know this yet, but I am actually waiting for the day when we use her new son for a similar purpose: sister-cheese-curl-bonding-time.
Around the time I was growing out the bowl cut, I was also discovering girl things. Yo, I got that Barbie dream house with the elevator! And a pink Corvette! My headless Barbies made out so much in that car, you don’t even know! Anyways, owning this made me feel really cool, which is, lesson #1, the most important thing about Christmas Presents. They should always make you feel like you are starting a new life (why do you think Christmas is so close to New Years?).
I was pretty much horrible between the ages of 12-19. A good 7 years of bad will get you some interesting gifts. There was the time I got a CD player and blew a raspberry in my sister’s face. Or the time I got a video camera and spent Christmas night with my two theater friends filming a Scream/Blair Witch type thriller that involved a lot of slamming of doors and yelling in front of neighbor’s houses.
I got lucky and there are not any pictures of me as a teenager on the internet. Which is good, as I was also sort of ugly. But here is a picture from around what would have been my first Christmas back from college.
Going to college was great for my Christmas wants and needs as it provided me with some kind of normalcy of lifestyle. What I mean is, suddenly I was dating a guy who was really fancy, so I was really into fancy things (this is where I developed my personal style: black clothes, lots of gold chains). After that it was everything I needed for a post breakup trip to Europe, then moving into my first apartment in Brooklyn. Soon it was San Francisco, then back to New York. And here we are.
What do I want this year, you ask? Oh, I’ve provided you with a little wish list for the EverydayCaitlin (a.k.a. semi-adult city dwelling hipster niece/brother’s girlfriend/artsy cousin/coworker you got in the Secret Santa) in your life.
Every family has one!
P.S. I should also mention that my dad is Jewish so we celebrate Hanukka, and my birthday is on News Years Eve. PRESENTS FOR DAYS!!