28 Jun / Imaginary gifts
It’s my birthday on Wednesday. Why shucks, thank you, you shouldn’t have.
I’m taking the day off work to celebrate, and then the two days after that because I have a few days leave up my sleeve and I want to. My darling is taking the whole week off, in an example of shockingly uncoordinated forward planning.
My darling and I decided this year to forgo gifts to each other. Instead, we would buy ourselves something if we felt like it, or save some money if that was our preference.
I decided to go for the first route, and now have in my possession a hand-crafted pair of cognac Atheist Boots in pull-up leather that go with anything because they are all shades of tan and brown at once.
Well, they go with things that go with tan and brown and that’s a lot.
Last year my darling and I weren’t so stingy. I bought him a leather jacket, with an actual delivery date of February this year rather than May last year because neither of us could find one that suited him to a tee, and he bought me a ring clock.
What is a ring clock you ask? Well, I’m glad you did. At the moment it’s nothing because it doesn’t exist. It’s a dream of something that will fit on my finger like a ring, and tell the time like a clock, and will come in silver with blue LED lighting.
It’s been the perfect gift so far as, due to its lack of arrival, it has never broken down once and it always looks as good as it did on its original web page on Indiegogo.
Yes I know. Will I ever learn my lesson about crowdfunding? The answer is quite obviously a resounding no, and I stand resolute.
There was a tiny shred of hope that the ring clock which didn’t quite manage to make an appearance in time for my last birthday would make it for this one. Their last announcement removed most of that hope, and the next two days will definitely get rid of it altogether.
Never mind. One day, unless the company goes under which is also another possibility, I will be the proud owner of a ring clock.
It may even fit. My hips, bust and bum aren’t the only things that have experienced a growth spurt over the past year. My ring-finger rings now only fit on my little finger, and my large mid-finger rings now fit on my ring fingers. And some rings just hang on my necklace until my fingers remember what size they’re meant to be.
Being imaginary, my ring clock fits perfectly on the finger it’s meant to. For the time being.