Anonymous wrote:My elderly aunt was infamous for her bad gifts. One year she gave my suburban, skinny, blond middle school brother a huge FUBU sweatshirt (many years after it was popular) My mom later tried to clue her in that it wasn’t really his thing, but he continued to get FUBU apparel for the next few years for birthdays and holidays because she had apparently stocked up at a discount store. She once gave me her old-fashioned corsets and old lady underwear when I was about 13, I was so embarassed. She also decided that my father loved ducks (no idea why) and he received many years of duck themed clothing and presents. But her bad gifts bring back such good memories for our family, she was always so happy to give them and really spent a ton of time thinking about presents (she thought) we would love. She had terminal cancer when I started dating my future husband and spoiled the heck out of him at holidays even though she barely knew him. The year she passed, she made family take her shopping in her wheel chair while undergoing chemo and pre-bought and wrapped presents for many holidays to come. The gifts were just as bad, but made us smile so much unwrapping them in her memory.
When we first started dating, my future husband bought me perfume....Paris Hilton perfume. It smelled awful! And when I unwrapped it and exclaimed
“Oh, Paris Hilton perfume!”, he said “I didn’t know that, guess I didn’t look hard at it.” He’s since redeemed himself many time over, but I realized
I had to drop pretty obvious hints to guide him in a better direction those first few years.
Love this! Thank you for sharing your memories.