I’ve already placed three Avon orders with my friend Lee, partly because it is fun (I love having new stuff to try) and partly because it makes me feel good that some of my money is going to someone I love and know and want to support.

That got me thinking: maybe it would be fun for US to buy from OTHERS OF US, if you see what I mean. And if it’s not fun for YOU, it will at least be fun for ME.

If you make stuff and sell it, or if you have a friend or family member who makes stuff and sells it, email me: swistle at gmail dot com. We’re getting pretty close to Christmas here, but I think there’s still time for this if we move fast. I’m planning to use roughly this format:

• Black Sheeped (Kara Marie) of Baa Baa Black Sheep has an Etsy shop KaraRee
• Melissa H. of Under Construction has an Etsy shop Haworth Handmade

See? Like that. So if you want to submit a shop, let me know your name/nickname (ideally the name you use to comment, so people will recognize you), the name/url of your usual blog if you have one, and the name/url of your shop. If it’s, like, your mom’s shop or your best friend’s shop, tell me that too so I can put that in. (It doesn’t have to be Etsy; it just happened that my only two examples were both Etsy.)

I’m going to talk to Kara about maybe posting the resulting list of shops on Maybe Painted Pink, too, so let me know if that’s not okay for your shop.

I’m afraid I already bought Melissa H.’s last set of wooden buttons, and also one of only two clothespin-doll-making multi-pack kits. I was pretty sure they’d go fast, so I got to them first. SO SELFISH. Now I am nagging her to post some of her cute baby bibs–maybe sweet coordinated assortment sets of three? Hmm.

I also asked for Kara’s “Rain Study” for Christmas, and it sold shortly after I mentioned it not very casually to Paul (I believe I was clutching his upper arms as I spoke), so I’m hoping it’s MINE MINE ALL MINE.

I’m having my second cup of coffee (heavily sweetened/lightened with chocolate creamer—MMMMmmmmmm) and going through all the comments on yesterday’s Christmas card photo vote. It is so, so fun to get all this input. I am getting hooked, and soon I will need you all to accompany me on Target trips, where I will put to the vote such issues as “Do you think I would ever use these cute canape plates? They’re 75% off!” and “Do you think Edward has enough brown-based shirts, or should I get him one more? It’s 75% off!” And you, if you have learned your lines, will say, “75% off? That’s basically FREE! How can you go wrong?”

You have CHANGED MY MIND on the photos. When I put them up for the vote, I had already mostly decided to use Option Five. I had some reservations, but basically that was the decision. Now I am going with Option One. Here are the things that swayed me most:

• the negative reactions to the bed–even though lots of people also said pshaw to that concern
• the comments about how Elizabeth looked sad, and especially the ones about how she looked excluded from all the loving cuddling–even though people also said she looked funny and cute and only-girl-ish
• the comments about how everyone seemed so HAPPY in Option One (happy is one of my primary choosing factors)
• the thing about everyone in Option Five being in socks except for Edward, which I hadn’t noticed

I was briefly intrigued by the suggestions that I could (1) photoshop out the bed, (2) see if black-and-white lessened the obviousness of the bed, or (3) do a collage of good pictures of each child individually, but I got (4) overwhelmed by the idea of doing anything except sending away for prints–and maybe buying a decent couch before next year’s photo (our current couch is a burgundy/camel/blue plaid with a big rip in it).

So not only are you influencing my Christmas cards this year, you’re also influencing my furniture decisions. (Also, I DID get the canape plates. AND the shirt. Okay, two shirts.)

If you HAVEN’T voted yet, it’s not too late: I may still be swayable.

You have seen the bad, now it is time to vote on five that didn’t come out so bad. I’ve invested as much tooth enamel as I’m willing to, so there won’t be any more sessions and these are the final five options:

Option One
(l to r: William, Elizabeth, Henry, Rob, Edward)

The good:

• Great of William, great of Rob.
• Fine of Elizabeth and Edward.
• Acceptable of Henry.
• The older four all look happy.

The bad:

• Only one child is looking at the camera.
• It’s hard to see in a smallish photo, but Elizabeth looks strained because she’s laughing with her teeth clenched.
• Also, Elizabeth is holding a marker.
• It’s acceptable of Henry, but it would be nice for it to be GREAT of Henry, since this is his first Christmas card photo.
• Edward has his hand in his mouth, and he’s squinting.
• I didn’t dress them specially for the picture, so they’re just in whatever they happened to be wearing.

Option Two
(l to r: Edward, Rob, Henry, William, Elizabeth)

The good:

• I like the arrangement and think it’s interesting to look at.
• It’s fine of Edward, Rob, and Elizabeth.
• It’s cute of Henry.
• Everyone’s looking at the camera.
• They’re wearing clothes I deliberately selected.

The bad:

• The clothes I deliberately selected don’t work. The red shirts blend into the chair. The orange shirts match in a jarring way: “Why do these two children match?” The brown dress is a different shade of brown than the brown in the shirts.
• It’s bad of William.
• Edward’s hand is in his mouth and he’s pointing.

The good:

• The arrangement is a little jumbled, but I find it pleasing to look at.
• It’s great of Edward and Rob.
• It’s good of Elizabeth.
• It’s acceptable of William.
• Everyone but Henry is looking at the camera.

The bad:

• The clothes still don’t work.
• Henry is posed weirdly and has his hands in front of his face and his legs splayed out and his jeans are pulled up funny.
• William is poking Henry.

The good:

The bad:

• They are looking in three different directions.
• William’s smile is kind of forced.
• Rob looks kind of weird. And I like the older children to look as cute as possible, since younger children are pretty cute even if they’re not at their cutest.
• Elizabeth isn’t as cute as she could be, and last year she was the one who got sacrificed in a photo that was great of everyone else, so this year I’d like her to be really cute.
• It’s on our BED. Is that okay? To have OUR BED in the Christmas card photo?

The good:

• It’s terrific of Henry and Edward, and Edward was SO DIFFICULT to get good pictures of. He kept ducking at the last second. At one point I gripped his upper arm in a manner not compatible with the spirit of Christmas.
• Pleasing symmetry: older boys tilted very slightly out, younger boys tilted in, girl perfectly straight in the middle.
• Elizabeth’s pose is typical of her, and it’s cute the way her toes are pointed in and her hands are folded. She’s not smiling, but I think her expression is cute anyway. So earnest.
• It’s good of William.
• Henry’s “NEW!” shirt is showing.
• William is holding Henry’s foot in a cute way.
• Rob and Edward look cuddly, and I like how Rob’s hands are positioned. He looks like such a big brother. You’d never guess that Edward kept slamming the back of his head into Rob’s chest and chin.
• EVERY SINGLE CHILD is looking at the camera. Isn’t that one of the signs of the apocalypse?

The bad:

• It’s not great of Rob. His teeth ARE prominent, but they’re not THAT prominent. And his smile isn’t characteristic. It’s not BAD of him, but it’s not as cute as he is. Compare to Option One, which is more typical of him.
• It is, as I say, on our bed. Which, meh?

I think there are two kinds of votes that are useful: own-conclusion votes, and reactive votes. So first I think you should choose your favorite, and vote for it without reading any comments. THEN, if you have sufficient time and interest, read the comments and see if it changes your opinion at all–and if it does, say so. My mom and I find that sometimes we each choose a favorite, but then when we hear the other person’s favorite we change our minds–or become stronger in our convictions.

I have been having trouble with Old Navy recently. The last time I ordered with them (edit: several months ago), they sent me the wrong color onesies, then sent me a replacement that was identical to the first incorrect order, then sent me a second replacement that was ALSO identical to the first incorrect order (SERIOUSLY???), then “accidentally” credited my card and “unfortunately” “couldn’t” send another replacement. They suggested I might like to re-order the onesies at the current price, which was higher than the price I’d paid the first time, plus of course paying the shipping I’d gotten for free the first time.

Then this time (edit: several weeks ago) they sent me my order missing two shirts, then implied that I must have given them the wrong address (but the other shirts–in the same package the missing ones were supposed to be in–made it, so…?), then said they’d re-send the shirts but that they would have me sign for them “to ensure proper delivery” (whuh?), then told me to re-send them my shipping address, then said that “unfortunately” the shirts were out of stock and they’d credited my card. But I went to the site and the shirts were NOT out of stock. I re-ordered them because I really wanted them, but I’m super mad that I had to do so. So in short, I am getting pissed. The methodical form-letter apology at the beginning of each email (apologizing for “any inconvenience” I “may have experienced”) is not mollifying me.

I LOVE Old Navy clothes for boys, and consider them one of my two sources for boy clothes (the other source is Target, but you knew that). I shop there every two or three months, getting big heaps of cute boy jeans and cute boy shirts. I don’t WANT to stop shopping there. I have FOUR boys, and I think Old Navy has the cutest boy clothes, and mail order is very very convenient, and I like the clothes a lot and am always happy with the look and feel and quality of them. But these hassles–and the crappy, crappy customer service–is making me feel desperate. It is getting to be like trying to make a relationship work with a bad boyfriend.

We are still working on getting a Christmas card photo.

From left to right:

• Edward leaning in, obscuring Henry
• Rob talking, and blending in to chair
• Elizabeth squashed, and singing
• William listening to Rob, and blending in to chair

From left to right:

• Edward, Henry, Rob, and Elizabeth tuned out
• William picking nose

From left to right:

• Elizabeth with weird expression
• Rob mid-yawn but still trying to smile
• William looking cute
• Henry blocking his face with his hand
• Edward sticking his fingers down his throat

I am going to start with the assumption that you are already reading Maybe Painted Pink. And if you’re not, I don’t need to know about it—just start reading it now and we’ll forget all about this little talk.

Anyway, Kara Marie is just about dying under the weight of all the awesomeness of that blog (have you seen the things you can do with old Christmas cards?), and she needs some HELP. And I happen to know an awesome person (YOU, silly!) who would be perfect for this.

Here’s what Kara says:

If anyone would like to help with the recipes category, or the craft category, or has lots of ideas, or gets some sort of enjoyment out of editing/proofreading posts, or has tons of fun decoration knowledge, or knows how to find good deals on stuff, or is a Googling master, ANYTHING, let me know if you’d like to be a part of Maybe Painted Pink. I want this blog to be as fun and helpful as possible, and the reader emails/posts are AWESOME. I’d love to have some regular helpers. karamarie at gmail dot com.

She is not KIDDING AROUND. If you would like to help but feel a little shy, or think someone else would do a better job so you shouldn’t even email, DON’T BE SILLY. Email her and tell her what you’ve got.

Would you like to have the crap scared out of you in a cerebral and totally non-gory way? Dr. Who (2007), season 3 disc 4, the episode called “Blink.” (Netflix has it.) I don’t like scary movies because they are too scary (Harry Potter? TOO SCARY), but Paul made me watch this and I lovvvvvvved it. He said, “You are going to think this will be TOO SCARY, and it IS scary, but it is the kind of scary you like.”

I won’t think less of you if you opt out of this next paragraph. It contains nothing you need to know. It is a gross anecdote, that’s all. I was putting a fresh filter in the coffee pot this morning, and I noticed the filter compartment could stand a little rinse. And one of the things that needed to be rinsed out was a spider. A dead spider. A . . . boiled spider. I’ll pause while you barf. I managed not to, but only because my brain is slower than it used to be and I had time to go to my Happy Place before the pieces clicked into place.

Do you know, I have not even READ yesterday’s comments yet? There are about four latrillion of them (plus 272 posts in the RSS reader–aarrh!), and I am dying to see what you all said, but I am also engaged in an epic battle with the laundry and the bills and a bake sale I agreed in a fit of madness to contribute to. Plus, Henry is having his 6-month growth-spurt and he is nursing two extra times per day AND eating cereal once per day, and I am about to go berserk with the cereal crusts that adhere permanently to his face despite repeated scrubbings, and the up in the night again, and the oh my god Target you are NOT up at 4:30 a.m. because that would be INHUMANE.

AND I am trying to get Christmas shopping done. In fact, that is what brings us here today. My sister-in-law would like a jewelry box. I would like to buy her one. But damned lawned if I can find a good one.

My sister-in-law likes vintage and Etsy and kitsch and art, and she was putting sky blue with burnt orange and chocolate brown before I saw it anywhere else. So I am not about to get her a varnished wood box with little velvet-lined drawers, much as I may like that kind of thing myself.

My first thought was, “Hey! Etsy! Etsy will know what’s awesome!” But I am having a devil sheep of a time wading through the thousands and thousands of things that come up when I search for jewelry boxes. Gift boxes. Jewelry that comes in little cardboard boxes. Trinket boxes, which appear to be boxes too small to put anything in. Jewelry boxes that are actually recipe boxes. Jewelry boxes that look like a Decoupage Monster barfed on them.

Surely–SURELY–there are awesome jewelry boxes out there. SURELY! And surely you have seen some, and can point me in the right direction.

So tell me. *arranges self into confidence-exchanging pose* If it’s been 6 months since your baby was born and you would like to stop wearing the goddamn gol-dang maternity clothes already, what small and easy changes would you make to get started on that path?

And listen, I do mean SMALL AND EASY. If your idea of a small and easy first step is “Well, first I cut out all sugars and flours,” or, “Well, I run an additional mile,” or, “Well, I have a salad instead of dinner,” then you and I might as well stop this little chat right here and save ourselves the grief of the ensuing “discussion,” much of which would involve (a) weeping and (b) railing, not to mention (c) sarcastic air quotes. Those things would require the kind of lifestyle change that would make digging a quarry look like planting a tulip bulb.

No, I am thinking of something more like all those articles that suggest cheerily that you can become ripped/buff by taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Perhaps this substitution makes a serious difference only if you live on one of the uppermost floors of the Burj Dubai and consistently have to go back for your forgotten keys, but I prefer to think of it as the kind of small adjustment that accumulates, for an overall improvement in health and well-being.

And that is the kind of suggestion I am looking for from you. Do you eat protein for breakfast? Do you make yourself “pay for” each cookie by eating a vegetable first? Do you see if you can wait five more minutes for lunch, and now five more minutes, and now five more? Do you swing your arms madly, power-walker-style, when you go up and down the stairs to do laundry? Do you play games that involve lifting your children up over your head?

And don’t be shy about telling me the ones that aren’t technically very healthy, like skipping lunch or drinking lots of coffee. I want your little nearly-painless tricks, so SPILL.

Yesterday I was telling you about my first attempt to get a Christmas card photo of the kids, and you were like, “Heh-LO, SAMPLES!” So, okay, first a photo that represents the typical photo I take of all five children together, the kind I expect to get roughly 100 of for each photo worth considering:

From left to right:

• William, with an Accidental Dumb Face and also a partial blink
• Elizabeth, with an Accidental Dumb Face and a partial blink
• Henry, looking acceptable but grousing
• Rob, looking tortured and also partially blinking
• Edward, looking away, partial weird eye reflection, and thumb in mouth

Now one of the good candidates:

• William, looking cute even though he’s leaning out of the group and too far forward, and he has his arm between his legs
• Elizabeth, looking cute even though she’s not looking at the camera
• Henry, looking acceptable even though his hand is stuffed in his mouth and his eyes are vacant
• Rob, looking cute
• Edward, looking cute even though his hands are up and he’s not looking at the camera and his shirt is bunched up

What I mostly look for in a Christmas card photo:

• children looking happy
• children looking like themselves
• nobody picking his or her nose

Things I have gradually given up on:

• everyone looking at the camera
• no weird things in the background (example: diaper bag backpack)
• tidy poses
• coordinating outfits

This doesn’t mean I’ve TOTALLY given up, and I do want to do a few more sessions where the kids are wearing red and green or whatever. But if the “good one” above is the best one I get, I’m satisfied with it.