I'm not quite sure how many folk read my ramblings from within the USA, and how many visit from further afield. If you're stopping by from beyond the 50 states, I'll just mention that this Friday is known here as
Black Friday and seems to mark the crazy, gleeful and yes, totally commercial, start of gift-shopping season. For reasons I have yet to fathom, Beloved Husband (who hates shopping) actually gets a kick out of visiting the mall on this day. Perhaps he feels there's safety in numbers or maybe it comforts him to see so many other people parting with their hard-earned cash too. Suffice to say, we will be joining the frenzied throng at some point during the day - assuming we survive the parking pandemonium, of course.

Now, saner human beings, especially those of us lucky enough to have an internet connection, seem to have adopted Black Monday instead, where we do a significant amount of our gift buying online. Clearly, this makes huge sense, especially for anyone like me who is daft enough to move continents and then find they need to arrange gifts for family members gathered around a tree five thousand miles away. I do vast amounts of shopping online and for choice, timely delivery, and often price, it's impossible to beat.
But before we all get carried away and start thinking that the web is the answer to every Santa's stress, I'd just like to remind you of the huge difficulty in just one area of internet shopping: color accuracy. My recent experience with pendant lights was a timely reminder that no matter how beautiful and stylish the online photo, if you buy it over the web, you run the risk of abject disappointment.
So, before buying that beautiful, special gift for your enormously chic and rather picky friend, remember that I thought I was buying these:

Note the subtle brown/cream/grey mix of colors there? Just right for my
guy-friendly bathroom remodel, or so I thought.
Instead, this is what arrived:

Colors online are never quite what you think. In this case, since I wasn't keen to add an explosion in Toys-R-Us to our mellow, understated bathroom, I forked out for hefty return and restocking charges and went, tail between my legs, to
Lowes.
Sometimes, you really do need a bricks-and-mortar store where you can see and touch bricks-and-mortar products. Remember that, when someone nips in front of you into the last remaining parking spot at the mall this Friday.
Photo thanks: Alpeviolen; Lighting Universe