I am a last minute packer. Always. No matter how stressed out I get because of this poor planning and procrastination and no matter how many times I swear I'll never do it again, it never fails that I find myself staying up extra late or scurrying around extra early in the morning to pack for the next trip. And by last minute, I mean I sometimes literally start packing an hour or two before departure time. I have no idea how I pull this off, but I do.
Sometimes I dress like an adult. Sometimes I dress like a teenager.* And sometimes I dress like a college student. It's true. I love to be a girly girl, and I love dress up. But, as much a fashion disaster as it might be, I still wear t-shirts and hoodies more than I care to admit.
On that note, I would never call myself a tomboy, but I am not afraid to get dirty (as seen in my 4 summers working as a wrangler at a horse camp). However, I hate to stay dirty. Eww. Even ask my mom. "Sure, I'll go play in the sandbox or go swimming in the lake as long as I can shower afterwards." "Mommy, can I help you weed the flowerbed?" 5 minutes later: "Mommy, can I go wash my hands?"
Every time I wrap a present, for Christmas or for any other occasion, I instantly think of my grandmother. Beginning at a young age, she was the one who taught me how to properly wrap a gift. And now, I have become a great present-wrapper. With every fold of the paper, every placement of the tape, and every curl of the ribbon, I smile fondly thinking of her, the dear woman who patiently helped me wrap every present, except hers, of course, for Christmas. I am my grandmother's granddaughter – perfectionist to the last, well except the cutting. I've never been an ace of . . . scissors. (It was the one category in which I received a "needs improvement" mark in kindergarten. End pity party.) But my GramE. taught me how to cover that little fault up pretty easily.
Okay, so you can't really see any of my fine paper folding, ribbon curling skills in this photo, but I like this picture. Just go with it. Also, I designed those Christmas tags last year. I love them. And really, that's all that matters. Am I right? And no, I didn't just say something self-conceited** about gift-giving at Christmas.
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*Or at least I must dress like a teenager, with as often as people underestimate my age. I do oftentimes shop in the Juniors section in stores, but that is usually because the clearance tends to have much better deals than the clearance in Misses. It's been awhile since I've shopped it though. I can't stand most of the now popular 80s style clothes found in Juniors. While I was born in the 80s, I have no desire to dress like a character from "Saved by the Bell", thank you very much.
**self-conceited – adjective (of a person) – excessively proud of oneself; vain, whilst simultaneously lacking consideration for others. Okay, so it's not in the dictionary. It's a term my brother and I made up a few years back for someone who is both selfish AND conceited, as though they aren't synonyms. I know, we're so clever, aren't we?
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