After hemming and hawing over what to get my sister and her husband for their wedding after perusing their picked-over registry, my friend Lauren told me she got her friend a monogrammed ice bucket for her wedding because, judging by the registry, they needed one and she wasn’t about to be remembered for a collection of dishtowels and Tupperware. I immediately went online and ordered my sister and her husband a pair of monogrammed Egyptian cotton bathrobes to keep them warm (and coordinated) in the San Francisco cold.
It inspired an article that I just wrote about the guidelines (and gift ideas) for going off-registry. Some amazing D.C. homewares experts gave me some great tips! Read it here. My favorite item was this pillow, perfect for keeping the peace in a newlywed household:
Wedding registries offend me in a few ways, but mostly because I hate being told what to do and doing what’s expected of me. I don’t feel like a bundt pan or all-clad stainless steel expresses love and appreciation. Now that I am getting married, I am being forced into creating a registry. I already have a set of dishes, utensils and tumblers for a party of 12 but have served 1 for the past 5 years. Whisks scare me. I can barely lift my cast iron grill pan, much less heat it up and cook something on it. I have one pan and one spatula that I love, and every once in awhile I’ll go crazy and use a pie dish.
On behalf of my aunts, grandma, and my mom’s friends, I dragged myself out to Williams Sonoma to learn about what a decent first world kitchen should have these days, and found myself spending a good hour with a woman who wanted to “educate” me about pan sets. I learned that there are pans you can buy that will last you 100 years, but you’ll be buying Pam spray for life and other pans that you’ll have for 20 years but you won’t ever need Pam, however you should use a silicone spatula which need to be replaced biannually.
I came out registered for a taco holder, so my tacos don’t fall over; a lunch meat slicer, in case I ever kill and cure my own instead of picking it up at my local Safeway; and a strawberry corer, for which I have no rational explanation. And, just to be ironic, a stone-age-esque mortar and pestle made of granite, only to be used to make guacamole.
Then I came home, deleted them all, and added the all-clad stainless steel pan set the lady told me about.
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