Present Redux.
So E got home from Regina laden with presents for me from his folks. He also opened his presents from my dad. Results: Mixed.
From my dad for E: Chocolates and a check. Because nothing says, “I’m a socially retarded, terminally angry guy in his seventies” like a gift that has no thought in it. The money is nice. As Bo says, “Dad likes to give us money because then he doesn’t have to tell us he loves us.”
From his folks for me: A box of New York Times crosswords (Awesome) some soap from Shoppers Drug Mart (puzzling), a black cardigan (pretty cool) and a shirt that is pre-wrinkled, mostly polyester, and the colours and pattern of a sudden, spasmodic gastric incident.
Do you guys think it’s ok to exchange it? I always feel weird about exchanging a gift, but I am never going to wear that blouse, even if the only other option is going topless. I would rather walk down Broadway with my boobs in coconuts than wear that shirt. Nobody needs to see that.
Some Stuff | Liz December 27, 2009
By gen, December 28, 2009 @ 12:56 pm
Exchange it! But then, I already have a pile of presents that are either being returned or being given straight to the Sally Ann.
By Liz, December 28, 2009 @ 2:55 pm
Reindeer-headed cheese knives? 😉
By clara, December 28, 2009 @ 5:02 pm
If you have the ability to exchange it (ie: gift receipt) then go for it. Strangely I can picture the shirt perfectly and I agree, it does not suit.
Or you could make it into an accessory of some kind. I received leg warmers for christmas which also make a lovely scarf if I knot them together.
By Liz, December 28, 2009 @ 8:07 pm
Leg warmers? Really?
There is a gift receipt. It’s from Mark’s Work Wearhouse, and I hardly ever see anything I like in there. Maybe I will get lucky.
By clara, December 29, 2009 @ 4:06 pm
Really. They’re back. Actually, funny story, they came in handy on christmas day because I stupidly wore tights and a dress, forgetting that I am a mother and so I would need to go outside during the day to run my (warmly dressed) children around the yard. My legs were cold. The warmers warmed them. And I looked vaguely like a very mature ballerina from a gulf island.
Mark’s sells socks. You should get some socks.
By Liz, December 30, 2009 @ 1:40 pm
Socks it will be, then.
By rachel, December 31, 2009 @ 11:58 am
Hey, my vomit-coloured sweater is one of my favourites! You could re-gift it to me, except for the polyester part.
My mom gave me a jacket that makes me look like either a cactus or a homeless clown. I can’t work out which. That said, I kind of like it…
By Arwen, January 2, 2010 @ 1:51 pm
They have button up leg warmers on Sock Dreams, and I even want them.
Vomit coloured polyester on the other hand, probably not.