I hope you guys had a great weekend! I wrapped some gifts, finished some painting (on projects and the house), and watched some Hallmark Christmas movies. I will be honest that I have never watched any of these before. Now … none of them that I have watched, so far, are going to get any Academy Awards, but they are strangely addictive. I’m embarrassed to admit how many I have in my Tivo queue right now.
Another thing I have been doing lately is stalking a certain toy I wanted to buy for my niece for Christmas. It has been out of stock everywhere since Black Friday, and I have been checking Target every couple of days since. I was there once again the other day, and lo and behold, there was one lonesome one on the shelf. I grabbed it off the shelf and sat it by my feet with my purse on top of it. It was a little play village, and I was deciding which family I wanted to go in it.
A lady pulls her cart (with 4 children under the age of 5 in it) up next to me, points to my village, and tells me to hand it to her (tells me … not ask me mind you).
I nicely told her that I was sorry, and I was already going to buy it (hence it being off the shelf, by my feet, and my purse was on top of it).
She just stands there staring at me.
Then she rudely says, “If you’re not holding it, it’s not yours.”
I nicely pointed out that I had taken it off the shelf and sat it next to me because it was heavy, and I was just trying to figure out which family I was going to buy to go with it.
Louder this time, she repeats herself, “If You’re Not Holding It, It’s Not Yours!”
Knowing that I had not done anything wrong, by this point I pick up the village so that I am holding it. I just ignore her and quickly grab the little family also, so I can get the heck out of there.
That really makes her mad, and she yells at the top of her lungs, “IF YOU’RE NOT HOLDING IT ITS NOT YOURS!!!!”
I’ve had enough at this point, and I say back “I Am Holding It!”
I then walk off with my village and I can here her yell, “WHAT A B—-!”
Seriously? All of this over a freaking Lil Woodzee TreeHouse Village? And in front of 4 little kids? Then I hear her yell to a Target employee “Sir, can you help me? That woman stole my kids’ Christmas present!”
Then I proceeded to stand in line to check out for 20 minutes praying I did not come in contact with the crazy lady again.
The sad part was, if the lady had been decent and told me that she really needed it, I probably would have given it to her. I certainly wasn’t going to after that.
My niece better love this freaking thing.
After that, I vow that I was done going to stores this Christmas season, and the rest of my shopping would be done online.
For the last 6 years, the unnamed child had a gumball machine in her bedroom that I had bought at a yard sale. I forgot to take a before pic but it looked like this.
Since it was always sitting there empty, and she was getting a bit too old for it, I decided to make it over.
I took it all apart, and threw away the inner gumball dispensing parts. Then I spray painted the base, body, and cap with Rust-Oleum’s White Gloss.
I found a broken snow globe type thing at JoAnn’s for a dollar (a tree had become uprooted in an apparently violent storm of glitter snow), and since I didn’t want the globe (just the house inside it) it was perfect.
I set the house inside the gumball machine and filled it with loose faux snow that I found at Target.
I then put the cap back on, tied on a bow, and set it by my Christmas tree.
Make sure you check out my other Christmas posts from last week!