Yesterday I went to a baby shower for my sister-in-law, Cherisse. This is the blanket I was planning on giving her. It's perfect for a little boy, which is what they are going to have, and when I finished this quilt, I thought it turned out really well!
When I took it out yesterday morning to wrap, it became suddenly obvious to both Kevin and myself that they wouldn't probably like the blanket. Oh, it's cute and everything, but they're not really a "tractor blanket" type family. They just don't have enough farmer in their blood. Or in their interior decorating.
So I scrapped (ha ha) the blanket idea, leaving me with a pack of diapers as the sister-in-law baby shower gift. She probably thinks I hate her, or at least that I give super-boring presents. The latter is true.
Not only are my presents super-boring, but I also don't wrap them well. We had some white, all-occasion paper that I thought we had enough of, but once it was cut to the right shape, it left a 3-inch gap revealing the contents. So I taped some of the scraps over that area, giving the package a hideous, patched up look. Feeling that it wasn't enough, I got some baby skin-care products out of my baby shower supply box (the only thing remaining now being the tractor blanket) and secured them to the diaper package by means of a piece of white printer paper.
Now not only was the package hideously patched together, but it was also growing a big lump out of the top.
Throughout the entire shower, I felt so embarassed about my gift. If it had been a set of clothes or a cute blanket or something, the monstrous packaging would be forgiveable. But diapers?! Not quite an exciting present. Kind of like getting white socks for Christmas.
Another girl had brought diapers, and she took them out of the bag, wrapped them with a flannel receiving blanket, tying it at the top to make a bundle that could have been dropped by the stork. Cherisse's grandma brought diapers. It was the bottom of a whole pyramid of presents-- and not the most exciting or cute one, by the way.
So as I sat there and stewed about my present, I thought of what I should have given them (and I'll just hope neither Ryan or Cherisse reads this before I actually get it to them). In China, I bought a couple cute onesies with fish on the front (we're the Fishers). Then I could make a yellow and orange goldfish quilt and package it up with a pack of Goldfish crackers. The ensemble would be much cuter, much more memorable, and much more "aunt of the baby" appropriate.
When I took it out yesterday morning to wrap, it became suddenly obvious to both Kevin and myself that they wouldn't probably like the blanket. Oh, it's cute and everything, but they're not really a "tractor blanket" type family. They just don't have enough farmer in their blood. Or in their interior decorating.
So I scrapped (ha ha) the blanket idea, leaving me with a pack of diapers as the sister-in-law baby shower gift. She probably thinks I hate her, or at least that I give super-boring presents. The latter is true.
Not only are my presents super-boring, but I also don't wrap them well. We had some white, all-occasion paper that I thought we had enough of, but once it was cut to the right shape, it left a 3-inch gap revealing the contents. So I taped some of the scraps over that area, giving the package a hideous, patched up look. Feeling that it wasn't enough, I got some baby skin-care products out of my baby shower supply box (the only thing remaining now being the tractor blanket) and secured them to the diaper package by means of a piece of white printer paper.
Now not only was the package hideously patched together, but it was also growing a big lump out of the top.
Throughout the entire shower, I felt so embarassed about my gift. If it had been a set of clothes or a cute blanket or something, the monstrous packaging would be forgiveable. But diapers?! Not quite an exciting present. Kind of like getting white socks for Christmas.
Another girl had brought diapers, and she took them out of the bag, wrapped them with a flannel receiving blanket, tying it at the top to make a bundle that could have been dropped by the stork. Cherisse's grandma brought diapers. It was the bottom of a whole pyramid of presents-- and not the most exciting or cute one, by the way.
So as I sat there and stewed about my present, I thought of what I should have given them (and I'll just hope neither Ryan or Cherisse reads this before I actually get it to them). In China, I bought a couple cute onesies with fish on the front (we're the Fishers). Then I could make a yellow and orange goldfish quilt and package it up with a pack of Goldfish crackers. The ensemble would be much cuter, much more memorable, and much more "aunt of the baby" appropriate.
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