Luxury Real Estate

You’ve been there. Staring at a blank gift card. Or frantically searching “last minute gift ideas” at 11:47 p.m. You want it to mean something.

You’ve stared at that blank gift card for twenty minutes. And you know it’s not going to cut it. Lwspeak doesn’t want another mug with a vague quote.

You’ve stared at the gift section for twenty minutes. He said he doesn’t want anything. But you know that’s code for nothing generic. I’ve been there.

I’ve stood in that exact spot. Staring at a wall of wrapping paper, fake pine sprigs, and plastic gift bags that all look the same. You’re not shopping.

My desk drawer is full of junk I got from trade shows. Cheap pens. Faded tote bags. USB drives that died after one use. You know the ones.