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All We Want For Christmas

We spent like three hours trying to figure out what to write about today: Our favorite things? To buy or receive? A top ten? A year in review? Ugh, we hate years in review. Like, any round-up, of anything, that involves "TomKat" or "Brangelina" ... this is not what we want from (a) our blog or (b) our lives.

So we realized that we don't have to want anything this weekend, except maybe some sort of way to get around the DVD-pillaging hordes at Best Buy. Tomorrow we're going to go to lunch with our ex-roommate, and then we're going to MoMA, and then we're going home, and then we are going to sleep for like 15 hours, and then we are going to spend Christmas at a Chinese retaurant and the movies, which, in our family, anyway, is less self-satire \\ more viable-entertainment. And then some day, far in the future, we are going to start picking out nice things to buy again. And we are going to be very excited about spring fashion, and even a Daniel Franco-less Project Runway, though the latter is certainly difficult. That day will come. Possibly on the 26th. But until then we are going to take a v Buddhist approach to this weekend (we're sure our Lutheran pastor would just be so wild about this strategy) and take a little break.

P.S. We are so ashamed, and aware, of the fact that this is sort of like how QVC sells shit 24-7-364 and then on Christmas Day is all, like, instead of buying these 18K gold chains, here's some delightful holiday music.

P.P.S. There is going to be so much fun stuff here next year, it makes our head spin.

P.P.S.S. We would sort of like this Kooba bag. MERRY CHRISTMAS XXXXOOOO BS

All I Want For Christmas Is Jewelry

If we had a wife, or, indeed, our boyfriend enjoyed wearing women's jewelry — which, he would probably like us to clarify, he does not — we would march them into Tiffany's and say something grand and ridiculous like, "Anything you want — it's yours!" And then we would tell them we were joking and ask them to lend us five dollars so we could get an Extra-Value Meal at McDonald's.

We love few things more than when people ask us questions, if only because they prevent us from wondering if we are adequately protected against bird flu. (Don't even get us started.) And we were recently asked what kind of jewelry an enterprising young man should buy his beautiful young wife. This, unlike the bird flu situation, was easily addressed.

Obviously the answer is giant diamond earrings. These 2-carat earrings are $11,000, and they will do perfectly. We didn't even know about that whole totally S&M screw-in stud (pun!) going on back there.

But perhaps you'd like to spend your $11,000 on building a bird-flu-proof fortress, or a car, or feeding a family of four for a year. We will always prefer independent designers, and one we like in particular is Adina. Personally, we must admit, we don't get too emotionally involved in jewelry, because if we did, we'd just be even more depresssed when we leave it on a movie theater seat after letting it "rest" there for a moment. But perhaps if we were the kind of girl to get attached to jewelry, we'd be psyched about Adina's heart on chain necklace, in particular, and also the Big Tiny Three Diamond Necklace and the Tiny Disc Long Chain Necklace.

We'd sort of hate anyone who came to yoga class wearing a $1400 medallion with Sanskrit text of the Bhagavad-Gita enscribed upon it. To be clear, we'd hate the wearer and like the medallion, which is entirely reflective of any and all of our major personality defects. 18K gold medallion, then the "Fearlessness" necklace (our pick, $95) and the small Tibetan Mirror ($1355).

We don't know why we left her until all the way down here, but we love Sarah McGuire. It's all so calm. There's nothing more aggravating than walking into a party feeling like you're wearing a really stupid necklace. Er, except bird flu. We are going to buy this first one as soon as we can: It's identical to one we had from Banana Republic that wasn't quite as nice, and we got compliments on that thing all the time, until the cord frayed. We have much higher hopes for this one. Three Rings necklace, $75. And the hand-beaten bands are nice, too, and probably even nicer in a marital setting.

And finally, Serge Thoraval, whose stuff would make a marvelous present for anyone. French. Etc. Maybe too moody for Christmas, but otherwise ideal.

The BS Christmas List

Because we anticipate doing nothing this weekend except (a) sitting on a plane; (b) shivering violently due to lack of East Coast-appropriate clothing and \ or reluctance to actually wear the Abercrombie coat we purchased prior to their production of "Baghdad Ass Up" t-shirts; and (c) gaining weight, we present our official Christmas list. For ourselves, of course. And if anyone else would like to comment with their own choices: We would be interested in what people want, when those people are not (a) kids, because seriously, they get enough attention this time of year, or (b) gamers, who all want that xbox or xBox or XboX or whatever.

1. We'd start with a Saab convertible, but that perhaps that goes too far. Nothing says "gift that keeps on giving" like some magazine subscriptions, and these are our favorites: Vogues (UK and FR), Domino (house porn), Elle (US), W, and Nylon. And, if we could, the Sunday Times (UK) Style section, which is possibly our favorite fashion publication in the entire world.

1a. And then we'd them all in maybe a dozen of these delightful magazine files from Anthropologie.

You know, seriously, we wouldn't mind if nobody gave any gifts at Christmas. Wouldn't it be nice, maybe? Just carols and holiday-appropriate Muppet movies?