For the first time in many years, I didn’t go out shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving at 5am. Nor did I stop in at 6, 7, 8, or 9 am. Matter a fact, it was well after 12 o’clock before I even made it into a store. The real gasp here, is that I spent a measly $30 and found nothing I had to buy for Christmas presents. I was quite surprised myself.
I am one of those people who has to be inspired to buy a gift. Now, don’t get confused with that meaning that I am a scrooge – as that is far from the truth- I tend to go overboard – all the time- but I have to “feel” the gifts.
Gift cards are my least favorite thing to give. Don’t get me wrong, they are the most practical gift for someone who has everything or is saving up for a large ticket item. I believe that the fun of holiday gift giving is in the challenge of finding the person that has everything that one new thing that they can’t live without -or- buying the big ticket item just to see them smile. 
As one of those creative types that has everything she could ever need and buys it all for herself if she finds something she can’t live without – I can understand why I typically get gift cards as gifts. I will never admit to being someone who is easy to shop for.
So, when I went out shopping yesterday afternoon, I continued to be confuzzled about not feeling inspired to buy for anyone other than myself. Four pairs of shoes and two sweaters later, I only had one gift in the car (fabric for a tree skirt I still have to make.)
Which leads me to wonder…
Why am I suddenly only inspired to do Christmas shopping for myself?
and
How amazing is it, that I am actually not feeling too guilty about it.
