Pass the parcel

Musings

I love giving presents. I am the relentless, year-round version of Santa when it comes to getting the right presents for people I care for. I never stop looking for that which goes beyond the typical. Add to that a sprinkle of surprise and your job is done, surrogate Santa.

I don’t think I’m the only one who likes giving presents – or receiving them for that matter. Everyone likes to feel a little spoiled. Even the most mundane thing in gift wrap looks thoughtfully sweet. So keeping this in mind, I make it a point to spoil all plain bananas customers by free gift packaging and throwing in a sprinkle of magic. Two packages were shipped yesterday, and here’s a sneak peek:

Spoil yourself rotten

Spoil yourself rotten

Each package is unique and the stickers are just a little extra bananas. I’m eager to hear your feedback.

I have mentioned in other posts how much I love receiving mail (and sending it). When it arrives, it usually waits patiently on the ground floor next to various other bills and leaflets until someone checks for it. It’s never delivered to our door on the fifth floor, because for some rather bizarre reason, in Greece apartments don’t bear a number. They are just doors to a floor. So I can assure you that this is not something that happens often (make that “ever”):

Spot the package

Spot the package

First question to pop to mind when I saw this was: How did it get here? and immediately after Why is it under the doormat? After I retrieved it I could feel that inside was a book and I also noticed it was sent from France and was in my boyfriend’s name. I knew he has ordered some travel guides for our summer destinations, but then I couldn’t help but wonder if he had somehow made a mistake and bought a Paris guide in French. Meanwhile, I was somewhat paralyzed, with package in hand, and began opening it slowly as though it contained anthrax or worse. Instead, there was a receipt in French from abebooks and the book Scaphandre et le Papillon. In French. This was a book I coveted since I saw the movie and here was the very first edition snugly under my doormat! My boyfriend later confessed that he bought it for me, though he had no clue as to how it got under there.

As for now, it’s time for a present for myself. I’m ready to buy some basic supplies for more plain bananas items. Before that, take a look at a small something I got to add life to my beading corner — I’m simply in love with it and still haven’t named it. I’m open to your suggestions.

Please name me

Please name me

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