I know gift registries are considered pretty much de rigeur, and are meant to save everyone time and hassle, but I feel weird throwing out a list of things to our friends and family. It feels like we're asking them if they want to help refurnish our apartment. This meant that whenever the subject of the gift registry came up, my pride would immediately flare up and I couldn't help but feel that the whole thing seemed a little tacky, or that the idea made me feel a little guilty. After all, getting married is wonderful, but I feel it's more a pleasure than an accomplishment. Besides, a large portion of our guest list is at least from out-of-town, if not out-of-province, so we'll be happy if they're willing to sacrifice the time and funds to attend the wedding.
Anyhow, after the twentieth time of being asked where we were going to register, I swallowed my pride and my guilt, and went to the mall to look at china patterns and crock pots. We roamed around Crate and Barrel with the scanner, which was kind of fun. Then we moved on to The Bay, where it turns out you need an appointment to register, so we had to come back later.
When we came back for our appointment, the sales consultant looked at Rob and informed him, much to his surprise and mine, that we were here for a baby registry. We straightened her out, acquired a checklist and a scanner and went off to scan things.
Now, The Bay at Yorkdale is a five-level behemoth of a department store. It took use three hours and two juice breaks to make our way through the list, even though we decided we neither needed nor wanted a good deal of what the checklist suggested (the checklist had no less than three reminders for LCD televisions), but we are now registered for such grown-up-type things as matching china and pilsner glasses. I guess we'll have to stop drinking beer straight out of the bottle once we're married.
Look, I'm one of those people who has a china pattern now!