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The Worst Holiday Gifts Beyond Regifting

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Thumbs down to fugly fashion gift certificates…

thumbsdownsmall The Worst Holiday Gifts Beyond Regifting
Thumbs down to fugly fashion gifts
A friend of mine came back in a sweat after spending over 2 hours in the local, rhymes with Freako’s, not for want, but out of desperation. Seems that my friend in question was the proud recipient of a $100 gift certificate that she couldn’t find a way to spend in the store known for dressing that hunky swimmer’s mom when she was in the limelight.

However, my friend has quite the Barbie doll body and not typically seen in stamp-printed camp shirts, shapeless floral cardigans, or elastic waist midcalf skirts. Fashion legend Diana Vreeland embraced the notion of bad taste, but “No taste is what I’m against,” she said. Let’s just call this the no taste emporium.

We all understand that the gift certificate was given as an expression of gratitude, however when gifting it is always best to stick to something that anyone can use rather than an item that is very subjective and out of your element. My friend, the lucky giftee says, “Rather than determine the style of your friend, a credit gift card that can be used at any store of choice but be more appreciated.”

My question is: What was the, although best intentioned, but fugliest fashion gift that you ever received?

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3 Comments »

  • Jessnectar said:

    There have been SOOOO many fugly fashion gifts from my grandmother, in all her kindest of intentions! There was the year I got a freaking BIB with a scottie dog on it (I WAS &), the year she hand made me my church confirmation dress (which looked like it was made in the 1800s! I was so embarrassed!), and then I got to that age when she started buying the same thing for my cousin and me… only she never took it into account that I was a size S and my cousin was an XL!! SHE BOUGHT ME ALL XL CLOTHES! I hated all of them… for about 10 years there was a box of XL clothing just sitting in my closet, only brought out on those occations I’d be be expected to wear “something special from grandma.” FINALLY, when I was about 15, she realized that I was way smaller than my cousin, and starting letting my pick out my own Christmas clothes (I still had to wait to open them, of course ^_^). Now, at 22, she still gives the occasional “WTF were you thinking, Grandma” gift, but she often surprises me with clothing surprisingly “ME” these days, or at least supplements it with a nice check in case I want something else. :-) Grandmothers are often the biggest fashion-giving culprits, but it is meant in nothing but absolute love and kindness, so no matter how fugly the clothes were, I always accepted them with a smile, a thank you, and a modeling show to see the smile on her face. It really is the love that counts!!!

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    - 15 December 2008 at 11:02 AM
  • Jessnectar said:

    @Jessnectar -

    Sorry for all the typos! Also, thought I could add some helpful advice — I took Hurricane Katrina as an excellent opportunity to purge my closet of any and all unwanted/unused clothing… and I know there are still 1000s of people who could use a warm sweater, scarf, etc, so maybe we could all start using these fugly gifts for a good cause that will see them get put to good use! DONATE DONATE DONATE!

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    - 15 December 2008 at 11:10 AM
  • FocusOnStyle-Team said:
    FocusOnStyle-Team

    Do tell: Jessnectar
    so no matter how fugly the clothes were, I always accepted them with a smile, a thank you, and a modeling show to see the smile on her face. It really is the love that counts!!!

    That’s so sweet, Jessnectar. You should always cherish your grandmother.

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    - 16 December 2008 at 12:30 AM

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