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December 10, 2008

The Year Without Tiffany's

Uscurrency_federal_reserve The state of the economy is not breaking news. It is rather, breaking news. As in halting. We brace ourselves for what's to come: layoffs, higher milk and wine prices, healthcare woes, depression, bottomed out consumer confidence, boarded up shop windows, budget cuts, primo parking spots at the mall, and sales. We examine our spending habits and redefine "want" versus "need." Last year's winter coat will do, even if it's dull black instead of the popping cranberry one I coveted. We buy organic milk and settle for processed bread. We count the miles we travel as if they were calories on New Year's Day. And not without a fight, we break the news to our kids that Santa's operating on budget cuts too this year.

Mac Daddy and I usually pull out the stops for Christmas. He is a particularly fabulous gift buyer who puts all other husbands to shame. I know, don't hate me for it. Aside from a host of cashmere, kicky boots, and to-die-for earrings, he presents me with something wrapped in a tiny blue box every year. Not just any blue, mind you. Tiffany Blue. You see, "Breakfast at Tiffany's" is my all-time favorite movie. A reproduction of the original movie poster hangs in my office as I write this. It is the movie that made me fall in love with Audrey Hepburn. I named my cat Capote after the author whose novella inspired the movie. No disrespect to Truman Capote, but it is the only movie I have ever seen that is better than the book. You see how I gush? Mac Daddy has given me one gift from Tiffany's every year we have been together (going on 12). Sometimes it's earrings, a bracelet, champagne flutes, a vase. One year he was particularly inventive and bought me one share of stock that he framed, in Tiffany Blue, natch.

This year will mark our first Christmas without the distinctive blue box that requires no wrapping under the tree. Instead, we are making gifts for each other. A Handmade Christmas. Neither one of us is crafty, musical, or otherwise talented in the gift making arena. He's not giving out any hints, but I am pretty certain he is stressing out. Maybe he'll make me a mix tape.

As for me, I am going to try my hand at decoupage. I've gotten maps of all the cities we have lived in and will tear out the pieces that mark the streets we lived on to decoupage as a collage on canvas. If it sucks, I can always claim the boys did it.


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