| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| bramble |
Posted - Dec 04 2004 : 08:15:07 AM
This is one of those topics that could probably go on forever! I'll keep it short! Best received--finding out on Dec. 23, 1992 that I was pregnant after 8 years! Worst received---Toile wax paper w/ an embossing tool, I kid you not! I say when in doubt...gift certificates are always good!
Best given--10 days sailing Cheseapeake Bay for my husband
Worst given--truck tires(but he asked for them!)
with a happy heart |
| 12 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| bramble |
Posted - Dec 18 2004 : 09:22:20 AM
As a joke one year, my husband filled my stocking with clips that hold the front of the refrigerator door shelves on! I kept breaking them all year and he got tired of replacing them so I guess he thought this was practical and funny.I just thought it was weird!
I have a friend whose husband gave her a membership to what turned out to be a men's gym! He didn't exercise so it wasn't meant for him either! But a rock polisher? That might take the cake!
with a happy heart |
| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Dec 17 2004 : 9:33:15 PM
My best girlfreind got a rock polisher for Christmas from her husband one year...and she had NO interest in that. We teased him forever about that one.
Jenny in Utah
Bloom where you are planted! |
| cecelia |
Posted - Dec 17 2004 : 4:13:25 PM
I would love to get a milk goat for Christmas!!!
Cecelia
ce's farm
"Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery" Victor Hugo |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Dec 17 2004 : 05:55:28 AM
One woman's milk goat is another's treasure! :) Not too many folk would list that on their list of great gifts! It really made me smile.
jpbluesky
Love those big blue skies and wide open spaces. |
| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Dec 10 2004 : 3:00:05 PM
My mom used to get me the most unusual things. YOu would think she had never met me. I am not the jewellry and make up type really and love gardening and animals. For years she insisted on getting me things that SHE loved. One year it was a HUGE turquiose ring set in silver..something I would never ever in a million years wear. I always had to pretend to love the stuff, but I think she finally got the hint..or may dad got involved..she does great now...always gets me something I love.
Best gift I ever got...hmmmmm....My first milk goat, Clara.
Jenny in Utah
Bloom where you are planted! |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Dec 10 2004 : 06:15:09 AM
One of the worst gifts I ever gave was accepted with grace but with a strange expression by my mother. I hooked a rug for her one Christmas when I had no money. It was a terrble shade of dull purple, and was kind of skewed in shape. I spent many long hours on it, but you would never know to look at it. She said how pretty, and then put it on the floor between the twin beds in my old room, where no one could really see it but me when I came to stay. Looking back, boy, was that thing ugly. But my mom never let on.
jpbluesky
Love those big blue skies and wide open spaces. |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Dec 09 2004 : 6:42:15 PM
I think the most memorable gift of my childhood was a beauty parlor doll complete with the standing hair dryer and chair and a little tray for manicures and make-up and curlers and fake hairspray. My sister got the same doll. My dad also made me the greatest little vanity dresser and mom sewed a frilly little organdy table skirt for it. Wish I had kept it...
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." Rumi, 13th century. |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Dec 09 2004 : 6:34:30 PM
Yes I can vouch for that...
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." Rumi, 13th century. |
| cecelia |
Posted - Dec 08 2004 : 4:18:20 PM
Over the years I think the meanings of gifts has gotten lost in the hustle and bustle of the holidays. I mostly remember (good) gifts from childhood: a train set which was my uncles (and I still have), a wooden rocker, a child's plastic guitar, which my cousin promptly stepped on (by accident) and broke on Christmas Day! Minibrix (like my brother's plastic Block City which he absolutely forbade me to play with!). Worst gift (R rated),I can't even mention, given by a boy friend, which I ditched in a garbage can at a rest area driving back home!!! Another bad gift: a box of stationery with the Pope's picture on the cards (hubby & I are different religions!). Now I laugh, but it was our first Christmas married, and I cried all night. He said it was a joke! Men haven't a clue about gifts, can anyone vouch for that???
Cecelia
ce's farm
"Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery" Victor Hugo |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Dec 06 2004 : 1:21:43 PM
I do not know if this is the best, but it immediately came to mind when I saw this thread of conversation. I was 7 and my mother and father gave me a bride doll that walked. She was about 24 inches tall. My mom had a friend of ours, who was a costume maker, make a complete wardrobe for her and it came nicely hung in a blue metal trunk that opened like a closet. There was a wool coat and hat, two dresses, a nightgown, and a jeans set. And another pair of shoe and socks. I loved that gift.
Worst gift: A box of 6 shot glasses. Useless. Got that in a grab bag kind of game at work one year, so maybe it does not really count...
jpbluesky
Love those big blue skies and wide open spaces. |
| Clare |
Posted - Dec 04 2004 : 9:18:07 PM
My mother gave me a girdle for my 15th birthday. How anti-climatic is that???? Thank goodness girdles are way out of vogue these days, but back then you needed them to hold up your nylons. That's puttin' some age on me, isn't it? haha.
****Gardener, Stitcher, Spiritual Explorer and Appreciator of all Things Natural****
"Begin to weave and God will give the thread." - German Proverb |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Dec 04 2004 : 6:23:37 PM
Hands down the worst recieved was by my husband to me in 1991 a new vacume cleaner. I actually cried when I opened it... To me it was just a big hint that the house was needing some attention...
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." Rumi, 13th century. |
