Last weekend my older sister lectured me about making a gift registry. She said people will get us something we don’t want unless we fill one out. “You have to do it,” she said in that gentle yet authoritative tone only older sisters can pull off. And of course I listened. A few days later I was staring at images of place settings and multipurpose bread knife, spatula and foot massagers, and I wondered, how did my life come to this? For all these years I settled for hand me downs and managed with makeshift work desks made of cardboard boxes and random sheets of glass only to find myself in a position where people were begging to buy me gifts. My options were endless and I didn’t know where to start.
I stared at the computer screen scratching my head and emitting strange noises like a monkey in the opening scene of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Luckily my sister gave me some pointers for what to request before she left. She suggested I include things such as silverware, china and electrical appliances. Sure, those items will be nice, but I just don’t know if we need them all. We could use some new glasses, but all I could find was a 16-piece set of glassware and that would never do. We live in Manhattan and don’t have room for more than four glasses and two coffee mugs. A bread maker would be nice, too, but I would have to plug it in behind the sofa because a coffee pot currently occupies the only free counter space we have.
It was time to call it a night.