As we get older, Christmas gifts have a tendency of getting more expensive and less whimsical. Barbie’s Dream House is replaced with four-inch Louboutin heels and it’s exciting, yes, but also a bit sad. I don’t remember the last time I received a gift that legitimately made me smile. That’s not to say that friends, family and sundry now-ex-boyfriends haven’t been thoughtful and generous. Because they have. The fault is more mine than anyone else’s. You see, I’m one of those conniving gift receivers that subtly lays the tracks for future presents weeks in advance. By the time the holiday finally arrives, I’ve subconsciously given people no other choice but to get me what I want. Devious though it may be, it’s a method I’ve perfected.
The thing is, this year I want a gift that’s almost impervious to my underhanded hinting and suggestions: ice skates. Keep reading »