The Check Fairy

Recently, I got paid. For most people this is a regular occurrence. Every two weeks or on the 1st and 15th of each month, they get paid for the work that they do. And here’s the kicker, it comes whether they do their jobs or not.

That is not the case for me. As a freelance writer, I do the work and then, depending on the contract, I get paid once the work is accepted or published. The reality of it is that I might see a check 30 days after a submission, or 120 days after a submission, or as in one case, a year and counting after a submission. I know this, I plan for it, I have accepted it. So when the postman does deliver a check, I deem him or her the check fairy.

You see, the check fairy is a lot like the tooth fairy. Both are imaginary but have real people doing their work. Both leave monetary surprises for work done. [Making teeth is a harder than we might think, just ask my son.] And, finally, their visits are happy occurrences. In the case of the check fairy, bills can be paid, money can be saved and presents—whether for yourself or others—can be purchased.

Getting paid the old-fashioned way, while nice, wouldn’t nearly be as interesting. Thank you check fairy. I hope you visit more in the coming months.

The Check Fairy

The Perfect Gift: A Mixed CD

Each year, I used to receive a CD from a co-worker. She and her husband would choose the music that would become the soundtrack for their friends’ year—at least mine. I loved receiving these mixed music CDs. So today when I went to the mailbox hoping that the check fairy had stopped by, I was happy to get a package from a new friend with two mixed CDs.

I think that mixed CD or a personalized playlist is an awesome present. Depending on how it is done, there is a lot of time, effort and thought that is put into this compilation. If the person is doing a general CD to give to all of his or her friends, then that person needs to think about which of his music he wants to share with others. Music can be extremely personal and in this case, the giver is sharing a part of his self to many. Now, if the mixed CD is made personally for someone, then the CD can evoke memories, reveal feelings and in some ways tell a story. Either way, it is a sentiment I have, do and will appreciate immensely.

The Perfect Gift: A Mixed CD

Free Jewelry?

Today on Baby A and my walk into Westwood village, a woman gave me two pearl necklaces: one for me and one for me to give to someone I love. What was the catch? None.

The necklaces were compliments of Dogeared Jewels and Gifts. Basically, they want to send “good energy into the world through personal and positive gifts.” The necklaces are small pearls with cards discussing beauty and love. I’ll be giving both of my necklaces away since Baby a will rip them from my neck. the one of beauty to my friend and neighbor Cy for being such a wonderful friend over the years and the one of love to my mom.

Thank you, Dogeared.

Free Jewelry?

That Blue Box

I love getting gifts that I want to share with others. I’m not talking about re-gifting (please!) but about those that you treasure. After having one of these gifts come to my rescue (more on this later), I realized that most of these gifts that I have received have come in the turquoise box long associated with Tiffany’s.

My introduction to the blue box came on my 20th birthday. My boyfriend at the time surprised me at work with it — my co-workers went wild. I had no idea what the big deal was. (This was before Tiffany was ubiquitous to malls everywhere.) When I opened the box, there was a “C” charm designed by Elsa Peretti. To this day, it is my favorite necklace and one of my go-to gifts for special people in my life that I’m having a hard time shopping for.

The second incredible gift that I received in a Tiffany box was my engagement ring. M. and I were in San Francisco for the Nike Women’s Half-Marathon. The day before the race he took me to the Legion of Honor, where we looked at the Golden Gate bridge and enjoyed the sculptures of Auguste Rodin. My parents had replicas of his work around the house when I was growing up. His “The Thinker” was one of them and it sits in the rotounda of the Legion. As we were walking out, M. asked me about the statue and then got down on his knee and held out the turquoise box while he proposed to my surprise. I gladly (and tearful) accepted. The next day I racewalked through the streets of San Fran—past the Legion and the Sea Cliff restaurant where we had lunch afterward—to the finish line, where firemen dressed in tuxedos held silver platters of stacked Tiffany boxes. These were our medals. Each year, I go back (as long as I get picked in the “lottery” for a coveted bib — fingers crossed, as I should know soon about this year.) to do the race and celebrate our engagement and wedding anniversary. (Sorry, I don’t share this gift. I do share the race with wonderful friends and their family though. And we all get Tiffany in the end.)

Lastly—and this is the gift that saved me—a sterling silver rattle that our friends C. and I. gave to our son. When I first opened the generous gift, I told them it was beautiful and would be a part of his keepsakes. C. told me that he should use it when teething, as it will stay cool and feel good on his gums. As you know by now, my son is teething. He was having an awful time yesterday afternoon and none of the cool rings were helping. Just as I was about to give up hope and reach for the Tylenol again, I remembered the rattle and what she said. He sucked on it for an hour. It’s even scratched where his one adorable tooth was biting down on it. I now have the perfect baby gift.

That Blue Box