One of my favorite graduation gifts was from one of best friend's moms whom I'd grown up with and who was also a close friend of my mom's. She gave me monogrammed silver earrings — what Classic (SJ) doesn't love monograms — and a copy of the Dr. Seuss book "Oh the Places You Will Go." Since almost half the population are Classics, you're guaranteed to hit a triple with this combo gift since the other half of the population will appreciate the sentiment behind the book even if they're not into monogram stuff. But, if you want to take this idea a step farther, get a home run for a graduation gift, then look no further than today's PixieTip.
This Week's PixieTips
Okay I admit it, I love getting thank-you notes. In fact I love getting traditional mail as much as the next person, but do I ever do it myself? Do I make my kids write thank-you notes like my mom made me? Nope. This Organic Freedom (NFP) has convinced herself that life is too short to stress out about all the thank-you notes I haven't written. Of course, having been raised by an Organic Structure (NFJ) who can get things like thank-you notes crossed off her list in no time, for me they linger and bother me, even if I say otherwise. If I don't do them right away they won't happen at all, and if there's any impediment — think where are the stamps, where is my stationery, do I have their address, or a week spent inmy purse unposted — then I'm doomed. So imagine my delight when I read an article calling for a plea to save traditional thank-you notes by allowing us to not always write them. Subversive and a relief for me and other types like mine, but can we get all those Classics (SJs) in the world to go along with it?
Growing up, I religiously kept a diary until I was about 20 years old when I read my great grandmother's teenage diary. I thought she sounded really shallow given what a fantastic mom and grandmother she became. Then it dawned on me that one day I could have a great granddaughter reading MY diary and judging me. That night, I immediately ripped out a couple of pages. Only when it was too late did I realize future generations could infer far worse things than I'd actually done from ripped pages or that I was nutty. I didn't start up again until I had kids but have found long hand laborious. Enter an intriguing app called Day One...
Mother's Day is around the corner and that means thinking up a great gift for your own mom or perhaps your better half — or even coming up with a gift idea for yourself. The latter recently dawned on me as perhaps the only way to get something you want — ask for it! This PixieTip came to me when scheduling a photo session with my friend, Brook, at Clear Brook Photography. For those of you in the tri-state area, Brook is running a great Mother's Day special and for everyone else, we have some tips on picking the right photographer for you or your mom.
I moved apartments on Monday. Wow. I forgot just how awful it is to move. It had been 3 years since I last moved and I am quite amazed at my brain's capacity to forget how precisely painful something is. Like childbirth or running marathons. The silver lining is that I got a PixieTip idea out of it because Katie recently moved as well. Moving creates a host of issues, logistical and emotional, and pushes different personality's hot buttons in different ways. Katie and I have gleaned a few pieces of advice for various types as well as some universal tips to make moving easier. First up, always expect the unexpected on moving day.