"Um, so do you want to get these for me for our anniversary?" I asked as Matt stood in line to pay for a few men's shirts at H&M. "They're like, $15...I didn't try them on but whatever, I can always exchange."
"Yeah, they're pretty cute. The print's kind of nice, isn't it?"
"Eeerrrhhmmmmmmmmmm k well actually hold on...I dunno if I really want to have to come back down to exchange if they don't fit, this isn't my favourite location but this will be the only place that will have the other size so I'd have to come here. And they look like they might be really high-rise. And I kind of want to try more high-rise waistlines out, but at the same time I kind of did that already a few years ago and I don't really know if it's really the most flattering cut on my body, I mean maybe if I try..."
"BABE. I have to pay. And they're $15. Figure it out."
Heavy sigh, furrowed brow and finally, an "..........okay.........I'll do it."
"K, throw them in the pile. Happy anniversary!"
So concludes the story of how these lovely printed pants came into my life.
This is generally how we like to do gift-shopping. Well, to be fair, my boyfriend's actually good at buying thoughtful gifts and has proven this time and time again over the course of our relationship, but since I am so completely abysmal with gift-giving, I really lower the bar for us as a couple. Slowly but surely, I've chipped away at standards until our gift-exchanges have now been reduced to tawdry 2-3 item shopping lists (as evidenced above).
Having said that, though gift-giving is not really our strong suit as a twosome (again, I'd just like to point out that that is my doing, something which I'm weirdly proud of), I do have to say that we are good at the experiential side of things. And though this might be a pretty self-serving point to make given how this post has gone so far, I do believe that experiences slightly edge out materialism when it comes to ringing in important milestones together as a couple.
Take our five year anniversary, for example, which is coming up on Sunday...we're jetting (read: ferrying) off to the cabin, where we'll undoubtedly have a few wonderful days packed full of rocky canoe rides (just to settle this once and for all, paddling more vigorously/forcefully does not make you a better paddler....MATT), gorging ourselves on pizza/cinnamon buns then feeling queasy, drinking too much red wine and passing out with the TV on, sleeping in until the early afternoon and finally, to cap it all of, me manically running into the water, "encouraging" (read: forcing) Matt to swim in the February-freezing ocean (I get a kick from swimming in glacier-cold waters...it's weird). See? Memories. Special, special memories.
What about you: are you good at artful/thoughtful gift-giving, or do you focus on making memorable if not always hiccup-free experiences to mark special milestones?