Dear Page Larkin,
Too many Christmas Gifts? Is there such a thing?
My boyfriend really embraced the 12 days of Christmas last year. He literally bathed me in extravagant gifts
Day 1. On the first day, he surprised me and gave me golf lessons at Cinnabar Country Club in Morgan Hill. Then we went to Guglielmo Winery for private tasting with the owner, Gene.
Day 2. He gave me a uni-sex Robert Graham shirt from Scott Lyall in Napa.
Day 3. I received a beautiful umbrella with peacock feathers design from Pennyweight in St. Helena.
Day 5. He presented me with A Bliss for the Body Massage gift card for Auberge du Soliel. Yay!
Day 6. I was surprised with Champagne and hors’d oeuvres at the Buckeye Roadhouse
Day 7. We played a round of golf at Silverado Country Club. I beat him. Was that wrong?
Day 8. He gave me a gift certificate for dinner at Bistro Jeanty in Yountville.
Day 9. I was aghast and excited with a stunning gold Hermes key ring.
Day 10. He tucked a pink and black Kate Spade wallet into my pocketbook.
Day 11. He took my hand and slipped on three, slim, gold Rings from
On the 12th day of Christmas he gave me a beautiful card with a red heart embossed on the front and “All my love” inscribed on the interior.
Of course, you are are wondering what I gave him – besides hugs and kisses, enormous gratitude and thank you note; I gave him kid gloves and a Cashmere muffler.
What do you think?
Dear Candy Stripper,
I think there are hundreds of women reading this account, – thinking, ” If you ever break up with him – give him my number.”
You know the drill, call me – make an appointment – we need to talk.