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Tablesaw Gently's Holistic Personal Shopping Service.
I'm a holistic shopper. I wander around likely stores with no clear ideas sifting the many, many products in front of me until I find the right gift. Ofttimes, I find the gift but do not realize, and am drawn to it repeatedly until I realize that it is, truly, the right gift.
My perfect-gift radar went on overload today when, after walking several blocks for no apparent reason, I stopped at a store on Ventura called Homemade. This is a goodly-sized store filled with many oddities, many of which have been manufactured by local or otherwise independent artists who have leased or been offered space in the store. Lots and lots of very different things to look at and consider + lots and lots of very different people for whom to buy gifts == Tablesaw slowly meandering through the store with a pensive look picking up items and trying to see how the feel in terms of different people. It bothered me, as well, since I knew that the perfect gift for someone (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veek, actually) was somewhere in the vicinity, but it took me a very long time to find it. I even found a few false alarms, some of which I kept, some of which I didn't. After the delay of searching, finally holding it gave me a sensation of physical relaxation. Ultimately, quite a while after entering (and beyond my planned bedtime, I might add) I walked out with the perfect (or near perfect, at least) gifts for veek, duchez, cruciverbalist, spacebanana and Mom, as well as one gift that I may use in a pinch, part-presents for some other people, extra Christmas cards*, ideas for possible gifts for others and a set of amusing coasters.
Of course, then I had to walk home with all of it. And by that time, the clothes that had kept me warm in the still chill pre-9 a.m. air were rather overmuch under the high noontime sun.
Shower. Bed. In that order.
* By the way, if you want a Christmas card and I don't have your address, email it to me and I'll post it to you.
My perfect-gift radar went on overload today when, after walking several blocks for no apparent reason, I stopped at a store on Ventura called Homemade. This is a goodly-sized store filled with many oddities, many of which have been manufactured by local or otherwise independent artists who have leased or been offered space in the store. Lots and lots of very different things to look at and consider + lots and lots of very different people for whom to buy gifts == Tablesaw slowly meandering through the store with a pensive look picking up items and trying to see how the feel in terms of different people. It bothered me, as well, since I knew that the perfect gift for someone (
veek, actually) was somewhere in the vicinity, but it took me a very long time to find it. I even found a few false alarms, some of which I kept, some of which I didn't. After the delay of searching, finally holding it gave me a sensation of physical relaxation. Ultimately, quite a while after entering (and beyond my planned bedtime, I might add) I walked out with the perfect (or near perfect, at least) gifts for veek, duchez, cruciverbalist, spacebanana and Mom, as well as one gift that I may use in a pinch, part-presents for some other people, extra Christmas cards*, ideas for possible gifts for others and a set of amusing coasters.Of course, then I had to walk home with all of it. And by that time, the clothes that had kept me warm in the still chill pre-9 a.m. air were rather overmuch under the high noontime sun.
Shower. Bed. In that order.
* By the way, if you want a Christmas card and I don't have your address, email it to me and I'll post it to you.
hmmmm......
email me and let me know.....
haha. they have some great stuff there....i went on a shopping spree while i was there....