In the spirit of the giving season, allow me to present my ultimate personal minimalist/anti-consumerist Christmas gift guide (i.e., stuff I'd like to fondle, covet and drool-upon but am fairly content to avoid buying):

• A set of peshtemtal towels.
• A sleepy honey badger mug. Incidentally, I'm in love with the artist via her tumblr.
• A skinny pig. I have an odd love for hairless creatures.  
• Homeland on DVD. I haven't seen it yet but they had me at "Claire Danes cry face ".
• A trip to the ocean. Any ocean. Any coast. I'm not picky, I just need salt water. And beach.
• Anything and everything in these gift guides
• A brand-new Class C Winnebago for taking my little family on our (hopefully) upcoming North American adventure. Normally I prefer old and character-filled but I'd settle for new and well-warrantied.
• A chance to visit Le Marche St. George
• The future-purchase of an initial necklace with two disks.
• An organic plastic skateboard. Yes. Seriously. I promise to let my daughter have a turn.
• This shirt for my hubby.
• A set of white balancing blocks. Mmmm... zen...
• A Moop bag.
• Funding for a bunch of new tattoos. So many ideas. So much pregnancy.
• A trip to London to visit this store.
• A bottle of Forty Creek Copper Pot. I promise I'll only sniff at it until I give birth. And then, preferably right after, I'd like to have a nice shot in one of these. With one of these keeping it cool.
• A weekend snowboarding at Mount Washington. Redeemable when my poor abused abs are back in some semblance of a working order. So like next winter.
• A bottle of "Erastus" from OLO. The description is exactly what I want my grandkids to remember I smelled like - I'm planning to start smoking a pipe on my 80th birthday.