When I was 10 my mom gave my brother and I a set of towels each. At the time I was so upset and wrote terrible things in my 10yo diary about it, which of course my mom read. I feel guilty now, but it wasn't a great gift for my 10to self. When I was 13 she gave me a green lacy push-up bra. Not only weird, but it was a 36 band. Even now, 21 years later I don't wear a 36 band. I wear a 28 or 30 band, which is a pretty significant difference especially since I was a tiny person when I was 13!
DH's grandma used to give the most random stuff from lord knows where. One year she gave us both used slippers. The next year she gave me an old lady sweatshirt from her closet. It was peach, with dropped shoulders and beaded embroidery and all that. It became a running joke when I slipped it into his brothers bag, then his brother left it at our house after visiting. I sent it back in a care package when he was in Afghanistan, then it went to his other brother in Korea for awhile. It's also been to Iraq, Japan, and all over the US. It's hideous, y'all.
I don't even know where to post an intro here! I was on TK/TN/TB since 2003, mostly local boards. I was m_and_m.
"I speak without reservation from what I know and who I am. I do so with the understanding that all people should have the right to offer their voice to the chorus whether the result is harmony or dissonance. The worldsong is a colorless dirge without the differences that distinguish us, and it is that difference that should be celebrated not condemned." -Ani Difranco
I've posted this before but my absolute worst gift was a few years ago from my mom. It was a white hanes sweatshirt (no hood) embroidered on it was an angel blowing a horn with shamrocks coming out of the horn. Best part....
It has a coffee stain on the front. I totally picture an old nun playing bingo on a Saturday afternoon and spilling her coffee.
When I asked my mom where she got it she said Ebay. So I think I may be right about the nun
Growing up we had a large, flat yard, perfect for playing yard games. One year my cousin and her husband (much closer in age to my parents than me) gave us a croquet set. We already owned one in that was in great shape and was used often, so my parents had to politely turn it down. The next year, my cousin and her husband pull out their gift to us. The size and shape looks surprisingly familiar. Yep, another croquet set. Exact same as the year before.
A couple years ago we gave MIL a gag gift of an "emergency chocolate" bar. For our birthdays that year (a day apart in August), she gave us an emergency chocolate bar. We commented that she was regifting it. She said, "oh yeah, someone gave it to me and I have no use for it." She had no idea that we had originally given it to her.
My aunt once gave me homemade underwear for Christmas. The crotch part was so wide it was ridiculous. They were made out of polyester and she tried to make them pretty by adding lace everywhere.
ExH gave me a birth bath for my birthday. I'm terrified of birds. He said he bought it because it was the color of my eyes. It was green, my eyes are blue. I suppose it beat his normal gift of nothing.
last Christmas my MIL made DS, DH and I MATCHING FLEECE TIE DYE HATS. The only thing WORSE than MATCHING FLEECE TIE DIE HATS? They were each like 10 sizes too big for a human head. So basically useless ugly fabric she sewed together.
When I was 13 or so, my Mom bought little travel-sized B&BW hand sanitizers for my sisters, but I guess miscounted and forgot me, so she gave me hers. Half-used. Her defense was, "Well it was already open, so you don't have to take the plastic off!" And then she laughed herself to tears.
An ex of mine gave me a gift bag of 6 unwrapped DVDs that he'd gotten from work for free (he worked at a Hollywood Video), and one of his t-shirts "for (me) to sleep in".
Secret Santa in H's family. His brother who I cannot stand drew me. I got a mug that was clearly from his cupboard with some swiss miss hot chocolate in it. There were like three packets in there and it was the kind that came out of the box. Obviously, it was thrown together before they left the house. The limit was $50.
His wife got MIL the same thing. lol
The second worse gift was also from them. My wedding. A dollar store frame. It was sooooooo ugly. Horribly ugly.
Post by cherryvalance on Nov 18, 2015 19:21:14 GMT -5
My department chair always regifts things to us. I was married a year after her, so I got a mishmash of wedding stuff --that kind of thing. A year or two ago, she gave me a decorated martini glass that had, "It's not pretty being easy" written on it. I also got some kind of wine charm in the shape of a biker chick with red hair.
Post by DarcyLongfellow on Nov 18, 2015 19:41:17 GMT -5
My dad's older sister is so sweet, but just isn't quite there. She's crafty, so for years growing up she'd send us sweaters she'd knitted. But they would be, like, school bus yellow and big enough for three people to fit inside (literally -- we have a picture of me, my mommy and my brother wearing one -- brother and I were teenagers). Before I was born she went through a pottery phase, and some of it (misshapen ugly vases and things) was still around when I was young.
Now she quilts. The quilts have mismatched edges and are in old lady fabric, but I love these gifts because they do at least function to keep me warm!
When DH and I were engaged, my MIL went to Brighton Collectibles and spent some serious money on my birthday present. Red, fake crocodile wallet, business card holder, eyeglass case, etc. Oh, and they were covered in silver hearts. Hideous. My mom guilted me into keeping and using at least the wallet because "my relationship with MIL will last longer than one wallet." I carried that damn wallet for a year. I was so happy to finally get rid of it!
For Christmas one year, my step dad's mom gave me a shirt from WalMart that was at least 4 sizes too big. It still had the tags on it. She had purchased it on clearance for less than $2.
She also gave me an Intuition razor that was in a box for a frame. I wasn't jazzed about the frame, and was even more disappointed to realize the box contained a razor.
H gave me an Intuition razor for our first Christmas. That and a pair of gloves.
A couple years ago his mother gave me a set of dishes, which I did not ask for and we did not need. They were not attractive, and I'm pretty sure she found them at Goodwill.
H's grandma got me a ceramic angel, with a light in the middle. Considering gifts of the past, I was rather pleased, and used it as Christmas decor. A week or two after Christmas she asked for it back because she wanted to give one to a friend. I never got a gift back.