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My bestie is really hard to buy for.  She is very particular, and she likes expensive things that i cannot afford.

That said, we do not exchange gifts for our birthdays or holidays.  She would go crazy and get me expensive lovely gifts and i can't keep up with that.  I know she meant well.  So we decided no more gifts and she HATES it.

Jen likes to thrift shop and pretty much only buys second hand items, like me.  For her birthday last year she demanded i make her a bullet journal like mine.  She loved it, and she wanted one.  So i made her a planner and put a lot of quotes and pictures in it.  She carries it with her everywhere.  She loves it.

Bestie, did NOT like the idea that i made Jen a gift.  Did she say it?  No.  But i did feel her waves of "what the fuck" .......so this year, i'm making her gift.  

I wrote her a poem, and i am transferring it onto a watercolor painting i did of her birthday month flowers.  I've been practicing how to paint daisies and sweet pea flowers.........

Maybe she won't like it or maybe she will love it.  It's coming from my heart.  I decided a while back that buying new things is a waste.  I love to shop thrift and find things that i know people will love- it's like a little surprise shot of joy.  I think it's more meaningful to shop all year and when i find something i know is meant for one of my kids, or grandkids, or friends.......i buy it and give it to them.  I don't wait for a holiday.

It's more fun shopping for other people.

Once i saw a collection of medals and i immediately thought of Carlos.  He had quite a collection.  I only really saw it once, but it was impressive.  I saw the medals and wondered why anyone would just donate them to Savers and I almost bought them.  But i don't see him.  I can't even call him a friend.  But that is what happens...........i see stuff, and it makes me think of people.

Because i know bestie is not fond of used items..........i decided to make her something.  And next year, i will decide what to do then.  And in the meantime, if i see something she would like at the thrift, i will pick it up for her.

I think its about being thought of more than the gift.  But if the gift is perfect, that is 10 times better.

Jen is good at giving me stuff- she does it sneaky.  But i know what she's up to.  

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