I enjoy wrapping presents. Ever since my Dad showed me how to fold the perfect crisp corner and how to ensure an uninterrupted pattern on striped paper I have approached it with delight (although to be honest, I've never mastered that crisp corner).
I'm definitely not a flouncy ribbon and bow kind of wrapper. I favour the simpler brown paper, mini-bauble and string approach and I'm quite particular about my labels. They have to be tied on, not stuck and they must never, ever have mini-festive scenes on them.
Yes, I have a wrapping code which take quite seriously. And I admit, I judge others by the standard of their wrapping. Having said that, you won't see me adorning my loved ones' presents this year with the greenery and black & white photos that seem to be the bloggers' favourite this year.
It's not because such Pinterest-worthy parcels don't look beautifully understated and elegant (they do), it's because quite simply, I'd be crying by breakfast time on Christmas Day having witnessed the absolute destruction of such wonderful creations by overexcited small people. Don't touch my art, man...
So for my boys it's brown paper printed with snowmen mixed in with the more child-friendly and definitely bog-standard red & white, with just a token swathe of washi tape just to preserve my sensibilities.
Now, where did I put the sellotape?