In one week's time, the holiday season will officially be upon us. The only thing that heralds ye olde ChrismaHanuKwanza is my eating my weight in fried turkey and pecan pie, then people watching on Black Friday as complete strangers tackle each other for megasized TVs. Fun times.
Once the season has begun, I usually gorge on gift giving how to's and top ten articles hoping to find the holy grail for my list of loved ones. But this year, not so much. While antiquing with my loving and ever patient husband one Saturday afternoon, he spotted an antique typewriter and said, "I'd love this as a gift." BINGO! Light bulbs and fireworks went off in my brain. I am going to shop vintage this year.