misosouper, a shopping blog

Around this time of year, calendar roundups proliferate like so many exquisite, colorful paper bunnies.  I’m overwhelmed with the selection, so I’m just going to offer you one:  the do-it-all, take-it-everywhere Life Calendar from Fold Over Press.  Handmade by architects, this purse-sized datebook contains monthly, weekly, and daily diaries, printed on decorated paper and covered in happy fabric.

While all this loveliness comes at a $70 price, watching your year literally unfold trumps entering dates in your Crackberry, don’t you think?

Namely:  this mod letterpressed calendar in its own acrylic stand, now 50% off.  Buying a calendar before March is overrated anyway.  Who wants to pay $15 for Jan and Feb?

Not in the mood for love?  These gifts will bring out your cheeky side.

These animals will keep that library in line.

Mix your Mexican beverage metaphors and serve her up with a tray full of Negra Modelos.

My favorite martian.

Way creepier than playing poker with mirrored glasses.  A true objet d’art.

Why should Radiohead get all the rainbows?

A satisfyingly dramatic way to pass the days.

Now that the election is over, you need someone else to root for.

Lover, you should have come over.

My teenage cousin is obsessed with phone charms.  Here’s one (a miniature terrarium!) that doesn’t involve pink beads.

Perhaps my favorite item in the whole gift guide.  Perhaps the cheapest, too.

Do these derby critters remind anyone else of the Hummer soapbox derby kids?

Portable iPod karaoke sets bring joy to the world.

A daschund bag needs no commentary.

I warned you that I like small things writ large.

Yo to the yo.

This koi pitcher makes a lovely gurgling sound when it pours.

I’m thinking this tape isn’t fireproof.

Parrots are the new Rabbits.

Cleaning toilets probably isn’t what Pinocchio signed up for.

Unwrap it.  You know you want to.

What this sleek white instant camera lacks in vintage charm, it makes up for in features, like autofocus.  Plus, it hasn’t been discontinued, which is always a plus.  RIP, Polaroid.

And to think you were going to get them a Jawbone.