When Babci makes up her mind, there's no stopping her. She insisted upon buying a shirt for hubby and a blouse for me. We did not believe we needed anything new, but that did not matter to Babci. We went to Beall's.
Buying clothing is not fun for hubby in general and when she picked out a polo shirt, he groaned. He never wears polo shirts except in the band since the band's summer uniform is a polo shirt. However, I saw a tropical-style summer shirt with bright colors and bold flowers--the kind hubby favors in the summertime and pointed it out to Babci. She swooped it up and put it in the basket. Hubby muttered how he didn't really need another shirt, but it was an inexpensive shirt so he did not grumble too much.
My turn came next. Babci went to a rack of women's blouses and picked up several blouses with designs of the type she favors, the kind with large pastel flowers. (Maybe hubby's love of crazy tropical shirts is genetic.) It was actually rather funny because she kept pulling blouses off the rack that resembled stuff in her closet.
But that's not me. Lately, I tend to choose solids.
I found a simple pink tee and a somewhat fancier brown tee. Real exciting stuff.
Nevertheless, Babci was happy because she succeeded in giving us gifts. At least, we had a choice. A shirt or blouse given as a gift that is never worn is a waste of money.
Everyone has their own style and that sense of style extends to far more than clothing. It includes books.
I am not a fan of science fiction or vampire novels. I've read a few, but they do not appeal to my taste as a rule. To me, vampires are the bad guys and all that blood-sucking is gross. I liked Bram Stoker's Dracula, because Dracula dies in the end.
But that's just me. Plenty of people enjoy those types of books and that's great. Reading is supposed to be fun.
What was the worst gift you've ever received?
4 comments:
My first wife got me a $275 bicycle to replace my $1200 Nikishi that I inherited from by brother. Her goal was to erase everything from my past. I gave the Nikishi to a friend who didn't take care of it. Then it got stolen.
Too bad about the bike. When I was a kid my bike was stolen. There are some really mean people in this world.
The gift itself was really nice, or so I thought when I gave it to this same person LAST Christmas... You'd think one could at least make the effort to use a different gift bag.
Anonymous:
Recycling a gift--regifting--can be chancy if you forget where it came from.
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