Just when I thought I was too old for any more baby showers (that is, until I become a grandmother), I had two, two weekends in a row. I’ve been out of decent wrapping paper for weeks now and had less than a half hour to shower (no hair wash), pick up a present around the corner and get myself to the East Village from Brooklyn. I ran to my neighborhood bookstore, picked up a few of my favorite children’s books (this is a very special mom who appreciates the written word as much as I do) and a Moleskin notebook for journaling. I went two doors down and got some nice gender-neutral brown ribbon (all paper options were awful, plus I needed to wrap in the cab without the benefit of scissors, tape, and a flat surface). I decided, retroactively, that I like the way things looked wrapped without paper, especially if the objects themselves are lovely. Plus, it’s the green thing to do.