Where's My Gun?
Sweetie and I registered for gifts today. If you read the books that cater to the egomaniacal bride with a practically nonexistent groom they recommend that you space it out, leave plenty of time, don't want to wear the boy out. I could see the benefit of this approach to things, so figured we'd head out after church today to hit Crate and Barrel this week and do the same with Target next week. It would spread things out, yet get it out of the way.
By going after church I could also make it as painless as possible on Sweetie. We could catch lunch at a sports bar on the way, so he'd feel nice and manly before an afternoon spent shopping for kitchen stuff and towels and things.
This morning we came up with the rules as well. Sweetie had the right to claim no interest in a particular decision and cede all powers to me, but I had the right to lobby him to require input. He's got to have input on things like our plates, but I'm not even going to pretend he gets say on the pots and pans we will be using. And he's OK with that.
When we got to Crate and Barrel we set out a game plan. Thankfully, the store was laid out in a manner that would make it easy. We started with the dishes and flatware, worked our way around to linens and glassware, then ended up in the kitchen aisle. Sweetie got the scan gun. Whoever came up with the idea of giving the groom a scan gun to scan the items revolutionized the wedding registry process, and I must salute that person. Even when we were working on the cookware and knives and things Sweetie had absolutely no interest in whatsoever he was involved in the process, because he was the one responsible for getting them into the scan gun.
Sweetie also had surprisingly more input than he expected he would have. Thanks to him we have registered for a cheese plate, a chip and dip bowl, and grapefruit spoon set.
The most surreal moment of the day was while we were selecting small kitchen gadgets such as spatulas and vegetable peelers. A woman who was shopping there could tell we were registering for our wedding, and basically said, "You know, registering for that small stuff is a waste of time. Go for the big stuff, because people will actually buy you a $200 blender, they don't want to buy the small stuff." Now, we've registered for our share of pricy things. I've known for over 10 years I wanted to regsiter for a Kitchen Aid Mixer when this day came. This is an opportunity to get top of the line pots, pans and knives. But I THINK there are people out there who might be interested in smaller things. Or maybe group together smaller things. Or who the heck knows, but the options are out there. That was just a very strange conversation, given that this woman has no idea who any of the people are who will be buying us gifts.
The most astonishing moment of the day was after we had finished the Crate and Barrel registry, we'd made another lap around the store just to pick up anything we'd missed, Sweetie turns to me and says, "Hey, why not go to Target and finish registering now!" So we did!
Target's got more options, so we were able to be a little wackier with some of our choices. You can see for yourselves what that means.
And the funniest moment of the day came after we were done with all the registering and stopped at the grocery store to buy some food for dinner. When we stepped inside the store Sweetie asked, "Where's my gun?" Because apparently shopping is much more fun for boys when there's a gun involved. I let him do the U-Scan when we checked out, but it's just not the same.
A final aside - both Target and Crate and Barrel specifically ASK when setting up your registry if you're OK with people giving you gift cards. Hey, I'm thrilled you're coming to our wedding. A gift is appreciated, but by no means expected. The registry is a "wish-list" as it were, but I've got no problems if you want to give me a gift certificate instead. I don't want to meet the egomaniacal bride for whom a gift certificate is not an option. She's probably got guards at the door to the reception, because if your gift isn't on the list she's not going to allow you in for dinner. Not so much for us. And even if it were, I guarantee you there's something in your price range on our registry.
By going after church I could also make it as painless as possible on Sweetie. We could catch lunch at a sports bar on the way, so he'd feel nice and manly before an afternoon spent shopping for kitchen stuff and towels and things.
This morning we came up with the rules as well. Sweetie had the right to claim no interest in a particular decision and cede all powers to me, but I had the right to lobby him to require input. He's got to have input on things like our plates, but I'm not even going to pretend he gets say on the pots and pans we will be using. And he's OK with that.
When we got to Crate and Barrel we set out a game plan. Thankfully, the store was laid out in a manner that would make it easy. We started with the dishes and flatware, worked our way around to linens and glassware, then ended up in the kitchen aisle. Sweetie got the scan gun. Whoever came up with the idea of giving the groom a scan gun to scan the items revolutionized the wedding registry process, and I must salute that person. Even when we were working on the cookware and knives and things Sweetie had absolutely no interest in whatsoever he was involved in the process, because he was the one responsible for getting them into the scan gun.
Sweetie also had surprisingly more input than he expected he would have. Thanks to him we have registered for a cheese plate, a chip and dip bowl, and grapefruit spoon set.
The most surreal moment of the day was while we were selecting small kitchen gadgets such as spatulas and vegetable peelers. A woman who was shopping there could tell we were registering for our wedding, and basically said, "You know, registering for that small stuff is a waste of time. Go for the big stuff, because people will actually buy you a $200 blender, they don't want to buy the small stuff." Now, we've registered for our share of pricy things. I've known for over 10 years I wanted to regsiter for a Kitchen Aid Mixer when this day came. This is an opportunity to get top of the line pots, pans and knives. But I THINK there are people out there who might be interested in smaller things. Or maybe group together smaller things. Or who the heck knows, but the options are out there. That was just a very strange conversation, given that this woman has no idea who any of the people are who will be buying us gifts.
The most astonishing moment of the day was after we had finished the Crate and Barrel registry, we'd made another lap around the store just to pick up anything we'd missed, Sweetie turns to me and says, "Hey, why not go to Target and finish registering now!" So we did!
Target's got more options, so we were able to be a little wackier with some of our choices. You can see for yourselves what that means.
And the funniest moment of the day came after we were done with all the registering and stopped at the grocery store to buy some food for dinner. When we stepped inside the store Sweetie asked, "Where's my gun?" Because apparently shopping is much more fun for boys when there's a gun involved. I let him do the U-Scan when we checked out, but it's just not the same.
A final aside - both Target and Crate and Barrel specifically ASK when setting up your registry if you're OK with people giving you gift cards. Hey, I'm thrilled you're coming to our wedding. A gift is appreciated, but by no means expected. The registry is a "wish-list" as it were, but I've got no problems if you want to give me a gift certificate instead. I don't want to meet the egomaniacal bride for whom a gift certificate is not an option. She's probably got guards at the door to the reception, because if your gift isn't on the list she's not going to allow you in for dinner. Not so much for us. And even if it were, I guarantee you there's something in your price range on our registry.
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