I have decided that the satin ribbon is evil. Not regular evil. Pretty evil. The worst kind. I was helping wrap presents for the fundraiser today and everything started out sooo cute. The boxes were pastel colors and somebody brought little flower stickers and I thought, “Oh my gosh, I’m going to be amazing at this.” Wrong. The ribbon kept slipping. Every. Single. Time.

I’d pull one side and the other side would slide away. I’d make a loop and it would twist. I’d fix the twist and somehow make another twist. At one point I was literally staring at a piece of ribbon like we were enemies. Mr. Bennett came over and asked if I needed help. I said no. Then the ribbon immediately unraveled. So. That was embarrassing.

He picked it up and said, “You’re pulling it a little too hard.” Which felt rude because I wasn’t pulling it hard. Okay maybe a little. But only because it wasn’t listening. Then he told me to slow down and let it move naturally. The ribbon felt all smooth and slippery running through my fingers and I hated that he was right because suddenly it started working. I made the prettiest bow after that.

Not to brag. Actually yes to brag. It was gorgeous. The loops were even. The tails matched. I stared at it for like three whole minutes. By the end of the afternoon I had a pile of wrapped gifts and tiny bits of ribbon everywhere and glitter on my sleeves.

Honestly? Worth it. My hands still smell like the strawberry lotion I used this morning and every time I look at the bows I get happy. The ribbon is still evil though. Just slightly less evil than before.

Love,

Penelope