My own gift-giving dilemma.
Left: The Squirrel lamp that would make the perfect gift. The shop manager was kind enough to let me take a photo of it so I could consult with Dick. I pasted the two views together in Photoshop. You can see there is lovely detail. It glows.
OK, after I thought about yesterday's post some more I realized I had to come clean about the Squirrel Lamp Dilemma. You see I found this lamp at a local store, Corazon, across from MCBA.
The lamp is made of porcelain. It glows when you turn it on. It manages to be both cheesy but elegant, not cheap (in the way that plastic glowing lamps can't manage). It also has a hefty price tag: $130.00—and worth every penny I can tell, but you see I would be buying the present as a joke.
The problem is, you can buy a lot of animals for folks who need them for the same amount as that joke. And why do I want to buy this lamp? Because C.R. loves squirrels (I hate them; where we live they are like rats with fuzzy tails). Every year for the holidays and on his birthday I find something squirrel-related to give him. Typically it is the latest "How to Rid Your Yard of Squirrels" book because I know he'll never read them and I take perverse pleasure in his reaction, which he takes perverse pleasure in generating. Past gifts have included a fabo squirrel-shaped nutcracker on a leaf (all cast iron, found in a "collectibles" arcade for $25!), small squirrel figurines, salt shakers, etc.
Will C.R. receive the Squirrel lamp this holiday season? Nope. Part of his being would be offended at the expenditure for something so frivolous. I have to reign myself in. So this year maybe Dick and I will buy a water buffalo for a family in the Philippines, from our family here. And CR will get a small package to open: squirrel, acorn, and oak leaf cookie cutters with a shortbread recipe.
Someone will give this lamp a good home (perhaps you!), I'm sure of that. And it will glow all the brighter because the intensions weren't perverse!