Only Rita Could Get Me To Blog About Pants

by Erin on December 23, 2008

So Rita, over at Cemetarian, has THREE of this pattern to give away:

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And I don't blame her, if I had this in my house I'd give it away, too. So, speaking of things you give away at holiday time, if you actually WANT one of these patterns, leave a comment about the best/worst/funniest/most inappropriate holiday present you've ever received. I'll choose three comments on Boxing Day (or soon thereafter) and forward the winners' details to Rita.

One Christmas where my mom gave me the three nicest things out of the Tweeds catalog (remember that?) and I wore each piece (two blouses and a skirt, I think) all to shreds. As for bad Christmas presents … looking at this pattern, even the most head-scratchingly bad presents I ever got pale in comparison.

So, c'mon, spill! Tell us about the ex-boyfriend who gave you a pack of gum (with one stick missing, on December 26th) or the best friend who knew that all you really wanted was two hours to go to a movie … and who got you the ticket and showed up to babysit. You will brighten the holidays of all who read the comments, and possibly get a copy of this pattern … to inflict on someone else, NEXT Christmas.

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Elrond Hubbard December 23, 2008 at 12:22 pm

Dag, am I the first commenter? I came because it said, “Pants.” What’s a “cemetarian?” I know, I know . . . look it up myself. Well, Happy Holidays!

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Lisa December 23, 2008 at 12:28 pm

Hi, Erin,This pattern is pretty good if you ask me. However, I have been the recipient of a bathmat for Christmas. Not only was it a bathmat; it was USED.

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smalltownmom December 23, 2008 at 12:29 pm

Confession time…I actually HAD that pattern. I don’t want another one.

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Lee December 23, 2008 at 12:33 pm

Ok, I do not want the pattern, one would have to be a very particular kind of person to pull off…skants(?), and I am not that person.However, I must tell a story about one of the worst presents I have ever gotten. One year, my mother (bless her heart) gave me, what can only be described as a grandmother’s necklace. It had big wood beads and figures which were supposed represent your grandchildren. Since I was about 25 at the time, I guess they were supposed to represent my siblings (with whom I had tenuous relationships at best). She was *crushed* at my lack of excitement.

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Chef Kt December 23, 2008 at 12:33 pm

I’d actually use a pattern like that! The pants look comfy. :-)One year for Christmas, I received a mound of plastic poo in a box from my brother. True Story! I don’t know what happened to the box – I think my mother tossed it out when I wasn’t looking.

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 12:34 pm

One year, my boyfriend (of 4 years) gave me a long, white granny nightgown and some white cotton panties from Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t even know Victoria’s Secret MADE granny nightgowns and cotton panties. Needless to say, I got the hint, and he got the boot! ;)

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pepperdove December 23, 2008 at 12:37 pm

I got a VCR. At age 15 while living at home where there was only one TV. However, the family VCR had conveniently broken just before. Nice, Dad.

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Jonquil December 23, 2008 at 12:39 pm

My great-aunt Katherine gave me three pairs of underpants.And I think those pants could actually be lovely made in a drapy fabric — sari rayon, maybe — with the corners rounded. And wrapped in the other direction, with the front of the pants on top rather than on the bottom. Possibly lined so that they were reversible. In fact I own the pattern and the sari fabric, and they’re sitting in my stash waiting for the right moment.You may all mock me now.

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CEMETARIAN We Dig Memories December 23, 2008 at 12:39 pm

BWAHAHAHAHA…………I’m a cemetarian……..and ya don’t have to look it up……..it means someone who takes care of the cemetery………LOLAs for the pattern……..I’ve sold these as quickly as I can get my hands on them……but …. somehow I ended up with 3 at the same time and thought i would spread the joy………I actually LOVE this pattern………used it when it was NEW……..LOL and they are comfy and so simple.My worst Christmas present was………..my first husband………we married on Dec 18th and it was the stupidest thing I ever did……..Christmas or otherwise.

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 12:45 pm

I made a new friend one year when I was about 25. She gave me a fabulous carmel butterscotch cookie recipe, and ran off with my then-boyfriend. I still use the cookie recipe. Heh.-Shaun

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riva December 23, 2008 at 12:46 pm

I actually love this! It’s soooo me. Truly. Deeply. I would make as many of these as I could in different colors and patterns. So the worst holiday gift I ever got? How about the year my boyfriend offered to buy me laser hair removal for my chin and upper lip hairs? Now, admittedly thoughtful in a wierd kind of way. I actually took him up on it a year later. But honestly, is that the least romantic holiday gift ever? Of course it is. It’s downright horrifying. Right next to the toaster, the Pantene shampoo and conditioner he gave me last night for Hannukka. Let’s see… need I go on?

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kristine December 23, 2008 at 1:07 pm

One year my youngest brother (who is irresponsible at best, and thoughtless at worst) completely forgot to buy ANY presents. So he stopped at a truck stop on the drive to my parents’ house. We all got tacky truck-stop t-shirts, except for my dad, who got a license plate cover. It was totally like that episode of Friends, but REAL and horrifying.

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kristine December 23, 2008 at 1:08 pm

Oh, and I don’t want the pattern. I’m 5’1″ and my legs are about 25 inches long, so I can only imagine what I’d look like in those pants.

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-- December 23, 2008 at 1:12 pm

I bet those would make some GREAT sleep pants, though… or something to humiliate my stepdaughter with. HA!!!Worst gift ever… ex husband… I was 17 (we weren’t married yet) and he bought me this bluish grey sweater with a white yoke knitted in and 4″ long fringe in a western pattern all around the front and back… the white yoke had navy diamonds knitted in it… he was so sure I’d LOVE it… I purposefully snagged it and ruined it, so I only had to wear it once… UGH!! The ugliest sweater I have EVER seen…

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La BellaDonna December 23, 2008 at 1:29 pm

Well, I actually WANTED the pattern (sorry, Erin!). However, there doesn’t seem to be any listing for it, so someone else(s) have swooped them up. So there are at least four of us.Anonymous, well, I must be a little slow, because aside from figuring that HE DIDN’T WANT TO SEE ANYTHING, I don’t know what possible hint that could be. And that’s what he would have gotten, too.My WORST Christmas – and it was the ENTIRE CHRISTMAS – was when I was late adolescent. I had an all-electric Christmas. I hadn’t asked for much, and I didn’t get ONE THING I’d asked for. I did, however, get an electric blanket; some kind of toaster oven; and a couple of other electric things. None of which I had wanted or asked for, and I think I used the electric blanket TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER. I still don’t know what possesed my parents – did they have another daughter somewhere who got my gifts? Was it HER worst Christmas ever, too? For years I teared up in memory.However, my worst ADULT Christmas present? From my EX-husband. He’d gotten me a BEAUTIFUL pair of earrings for my birthday. He told me it was a toss-up between the earrings and a necklace. So we went to look at the necklace, and I said I’d love to have it for Christmas. He had no money on him, so … I put a down payment on it and the matching earrings; I really liked them. The next time we were in the store, I put more money down on it. And the next time, although I kind of gave him A Look.And Christmas Day, that’s what I got. The necklace and earrings that I PAID FOR. Nothing else. If I had to sum up my marriage in a nutshell, that story would do it.And yes, I paid for HIS presents, too.

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Myra December 23, 2008 at 1:30 pm

A rabbit fur coat, patchy colored and so 70′s styled. I donated that sucker as fast as I could. That was a gift from my DH, back in our younger dating days. Thankfully, his gift-giving is much better.

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CEMETARIAN We Dig Memories December 23, 2008 at 1:32 pm

LaBella………the patterns aren’t listed. They are FREE! Erin will pick 3 winners from this comment list so you are still in the running………just be patient…And EVERYONE………..Have a Joyous Holiday!Rita

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Lisa December 23, 2008 at 1:38 pm

My husband’s grandma gave me a brown sweater every year I knew her, till she died. Sometimes short sleeve, some cotton, some acrylic, light brown, dark brown, you name it, but always a sweater and always brown. She must’ve though I looked good in brown.But I never ever wore brown.

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 1:48 pm

I try to forget my worst presents, but for years I said the best present a boyfriend ever gave me was my cordless drill. I have used that sucker so much, and while it was in no way romantic, it was very thoughtful, as he knew I would use it tremendously. However, I think it has been surpassed. Last year my current squeeze bought me a carport. Ok, it was for my December birthday, not for christmas, but since we just got about 3 feet of snow in less than a week, I am loving it!…and I already have the pattern too. They are great made of nice lightweight fabric, over a swimsuit at the lake!

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San Antonio Sue December 23, 2008 at 2:03 pm

These pants have the same problem as the “walkaway dress” — you have to hold them closed when you walk in the slightest breeze. They may work if you are REALLY skinny and don’t mind exposing your legs above the panty line. Which does not describe me.

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Joy December 23, 2008 at 2:08 pm

I bought pants like that at a yard sale at a hair salon. I made a kimono-sleeved top out of the fabric, an awesome navy, red and teal print. Sorry that’s not about Christmas at all……

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cpeep December 23, 2008 at 2:32 pm

Ooo, I think my mother has this pattern–actually, it’s the same sort of pattern, but maybe not this EXACT one. Imagine, more than one pattern company had this design!Erin, do you really want it? I can scrounge the Mom house over Christmas and see what she’s got.CarolExtreme Cards and Papercraftinghttp://extremecards.blogspot.com

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Dee Dee Warren December 23, 2008 at 2:37 pm

Okay, I actually LOVE that pattern. If I don’t win, I am going to search to buy them.I have been fortunate, the worst gift was more of an ignorant gift. My husband bought me this beautiful purple suit set — 3 sizes too big. He said that they didn’t have my size, but I could bring it back when they get more in and exchange it. He didn’t understand that women’s clothing stores don’t work like that. They don’t keep re-stocking the same suits. I will be dating myself, but the store was Jackson Byrons.

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Andie December 23, 2008 at 2:40 pm

Worst = Fruitcake. Everyone KNOWs I can’t stand fruitcake, yet my neighbor would always give me one and my mom INSISTED that I be polite about it and thank her (rather than tell her I didn’t want it). Bleah.-andie

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Andie December 23, 2008 at 2:40 pm

Worst = Fruitcake. Everyone KNOWs I can’t stand fruitcake, yet my neighbor would always give me one and my mom INSISTED that I be polite about it and thank her (rather than tell her I didn’t want it). Bleah.-andie

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Leizel December 23, 2008 at 2:59 pm

My dad is the king of the totally odd, inappropriate gift. The year I was 10, I got a huge makeup kit–and me, a professed tomboy who hated pink and dolls and dresses with a passion (I have since learned to love dresses, of course, but am at best ambivalent about pink and dolls.)And for Christmas when I was 14, he got me a doll house. Seriously. And two years ago, he got me a tin of mixed nuts. Oh, well, at least I get good stories out of his gifts!

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Meghan December 23, 2008 at 3:01 pm

The best present I ever got was a dress form from my mil. I have trouble sizing at times and it has helped me greatly in my sewing. Then the next year she got me a serger. Which was funny because that is what I got her!Have a wonderful holiday, Erin!

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goodworks1 December 23, 2008 at 3:08 pm

Actually, Erin, it’s a skirt, an unusually bifurcated skirt. You can’t see that? ;)The biggest problem with wearing it is the same problem you get with all palazzo pant styles – they puddle on the floor of the public restroom… Blech!But I do think I wore one of these back when I was 1/3rd my current age…Elaine

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goodworks1 December 23, 2008 at 3:13 pm

Whoops. Forgot the gift story….The best ones were the years I got the electric saw and the drill (the Craftsman models I requested, too!); the worst were the creepy nighties and the sit-around-never-to-be-used glassware and dishes that were nothing close to my taste…To tell you the truth, I’d have preferred a gift certificate to the local indie fabric shop…

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 3:18 pm
sewducky December 23, 2008 at 3:35 pm

LMAO I would use it too and I want it!My worst Christmas was the time my entire family forgot about me. And I am not talking just the “oh you said you weren’t coming” and didn’t have anything but the “oh crap I forgot to get anything for Elaina” and I was cooking dinner. (To be fair, this has really been my Christmas since I was 18).The most inappropriate present I won’t share for fear of offending other readers, but it was offensively bad and was such a Christmas stopper that none of us can believe it even today.Best one was a 2 years ago when my son saved up his school honor roll coupons and took us out for Pizza Hut on Christmas Eve so I would celebrate it (he was with his dad that year).

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 3:43 pm

Well, I can’t see myself wearing the skirt/pants, but I have a pretty bad gift story…A former boyfriend from many, many years ago (over 15 years ago when I was young and dumb)gave me two men’s henly t-shirts and a red lace teddy that he had from one of his previous girlfriends! After we broke up (in January), I returned the men’s shirts (thank goodness for Nordstrom’s return policy and at least they were good quality men’s henly t-shirts) and got myself a feminine white eyelet top. And I gave him back the red lace teddy.The best thing I got from the whole deal was a brunch casserole recipe from his sister-in-law that I use to this day. I will be making it for the brunch my hubby and I are hosting on Dec. 28th.In the end I think I came out ahead. Ann from Maryland

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Nadine December 23, 2008 at 3:53 pm

I love those pants!My worst present was a Baby City voucher (a baby-gear shop, for you non-New-Zealand types). My youngest child was six-and-a-half at the time, and my desire for NO MORE children had been widely publicised at the time of his birth.

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Regan December 23, 2008 at 4:07 pm

I haven’t received very many really bad presents, but the best present I received was a Singer sewing machine. It was used, but it was still a huge step up from trying to sew for years on cheap, persnickety machines whose features were absent or non-working.I like those pants. I always look at some similar ones at a mall store here in Arkansas. However, I don’t always like the zany fabric patterns they use, and I haven’t been brave enough to buy them w/o trying them on.

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Sara December 23, 2008 at 4:13 pm

I have a pair of these pants! I found them at a thrift store about 9 years ago, and I was wearing them the night I met my husband. They are actually very comfortable and not as weird as they look here! :)

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 4:15 pm

I have to say that the weirdest gift I have ever received at Christmas was a plastic travel urinal, complete with female attachment. Not just one, but one for each family member! These came from an elderly friend. I was just speechless, really. they sat around and were eventually recycled. My sister in law got some too, and when I commented on it years later, she said they had come in handy during long car trips with her young sons.(That pattern is a complete waste of hard to find border print fabric.)Colleen

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karmologyclinic December 23, 2008 at 4:48 pm

Wrap pants are great! But only IF you choose the right fabric. They can become nice yoga, exercise or lounge pants. like the ones shown here:here or herebtw I’m not in any way affiliated with the above link, just googled it.When I was about 6, I thought it was a good idea, if I took the soaps, yes the soaps, do some sculpting on them (or so I thought) and wrap them in gift paper and put them under the christmas tree as a gift for my parents. oh, they must have laughed hard behind my back….

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slvrnmph December 23, 2008 at 6:00 pm

I would love this pattern myself. I can see how it would be very useful. The worst present I ever got was a lime green sweater with small rainbow colored flip flops embroidered all over it. It was from my step grandmother and I think she thought I would like it because I surf.

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Herself_nyc December 23, 2008 at 6:00 pm

Oh my God. I have made that pattern. I have worn that pattern! Made up in, God help me, polyester double-knit. In, uh, purple. Oh, the seventies were terrible. TERRIBLE.

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Beth B December 23, 2008 at 6:13 pm

My relatives always give really dumb presents. Last year my mom gave me a packet of paperclips. She still goes on about how fabulous and useful they are. They were just regular paperclips for goodness’ sake!This year, she says, she is giving them to all her friends, too.

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Sweeter December 23, 2008 at 6:45 pm

Last year, my husband gave me an 8×10 photo of our (male) dog wearing a dress. And a hat. And he thought I would love it. I’ve been slightly confused ever since.

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QueensSewist December 23, 2008 at 6:55 pm

This Christmas, I was given an Aer Lingus airplane blanket, still sealed in its plastic bag. This was given without irony, joke or reference of any kind. It’s the thought that counts . . . right?

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Ellie Finlay December 23, 2008 at 6:59 pm

Has to be the black and orange plastic salad bowls some friends gave me in 1970 or so. There were some reed place mats with them that weren’t so bad and I did end up using for every day. But I’m telling you – those bowls were perfectly dreadful.

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 7:02 pm

Best: My Viking serger, courtesy of my husband last year– he really did surprise me! I can only thank the sweet saleslady for steering him to the exact model I would have chosen. Not too cheap and flimsy, and not too fancy and computerized. Perfect!!Worst: When I was twenty, I’d been dating this guy for two years, and was about to be transferred overseas. Because he said he loved me, I assumed we would be getting married, rather than breaking it off or trying to go long-distance indefinitely. So, when asked, “What do you want for Christmas?” I replied, “A ring!” and winked.Well, I got a ring. A cheapish sapphire from the mall. The kind of ring a boy buys for a high-school girlfriend. Not the kind of ring a man buys for the love of his life.It wasn’t a BAD gift, but I’ve never been so sorely disappointed about a Christmas gift in all my life. I thought he was the ONE. You couldn’t pay me to go back and be 20 again. LOL.

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goldilocks December 23, 2008 at 7:08 pm

As far as those pants go, I’m not even quite sure WHAT I’m looking at there… (Hey! And I had a VS white granny gown, too, about five years ago. I loved it– wore it to death!)

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Marge, Born Too Late Vintage December 23, 2008 at 7:28 pm

I love those pants. They’d be great for the summertime just hanging out at my house on the deck with a tall glass of iced tea and the newest Nora Roberts book, but I digress.My sainted dear departed mom gave me the worst gift anyone could receive during my freshman year of college. I worked at McDonalds as a closer (as in close up the store, clean up a days worth of dirt, take out the trash, you get the idea). I lusted for an eight track tape player (yes I know. I’m old as dirt). So imagine my glee when I was handed this wonderfully rectangular big heavy box from my mom. I opened the box sure that my eight track tape player was inside. What did I find? A brick to make the box heavy and a Ronald McDonald doll. I kid you not.

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Jean December 23, 2008 at 7:30 pm

Well, just so you know that people actually bought these type patterns…. ahem, my mom made this the Christmas of 1973 for me, my aunt, my grandma, and one for herself! To be honest I was in High School… a junior, (guess that tells how “old” I am) and well… we didn’t have much $$$$ so, I was just thankful to have gotten anything… they didn’t take lots of fabric and since she worked full time it was a pattern that didn’t take much time to make. They were comfortable… and I wore them “at Home” only… more like lounge pants! Oh well… such is life!

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Lisette December 23, 2008 at 7:42 pm

I don’t think I’ve ever received anything too terrible (either that or I’ve just repressed it…), but my mom gave an embarrassingly poor gift about a year ago as a birthday gift to my really awesome cousin, who is in her late twenties. She’s one of the few relatives my mom usually likes to buy things for because she’s so nice and fun.She works as a nurse, and since she didn’t have a permanent residence for a while, my mom picked out a lovely vinyl foldable flower vase. The thing practically screamed “I come from the Dollar Store! I’m CHEAP!” and the worst part was when my mom was explaining how great it would be since she didn’t have her own place and my cousin cuts in and says, “Um, I got an apartment a month ago.”I felt mortified and I didn’t even pick it out.

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Anonymous December 23, 2008 at 8:44 pm

the nicest present I ever got was the ironing board I just received. For my sewing!! and it has all the bells and whistles with chrome legs and iron rest.

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neighbourhood.gal December 23, 2008 at 11:00 pm

I’d give that pattern a try!There was one disappointing Christmas when I was a child… sixth grade I think. My aunt gave me a Teddy Ruxpin (?) that she picked up the year before in the after-Christmas sales. Eleven-year-olds are generally not into talking stuffed bears.That same year my dad gave me a remote-controlled monster truck and a HUGE skateboard. Our street had no sidewalks and we had a very steep driveway. I never learned to skateboard. And none of my girlfriends could believe that I received an RC truck instead of something entirely more appropriate – like clothes.Although, I wouldn’t want my dad to be buying clothes for me either…

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sewducky December 23, 2008 at 11:58 pm

Oh my gosh you guys are funny! My son (yeah I’m a bad mom, it’s 1 am and he’s awake) just looked up from the couch and asked what I was doing and I explained…”Reading comments for these cool pants since to win them you have to tell the best or worst Christmas present” (show pants) Son says “Well…if you win them does that make it one of the worst gifts ever?””I like them.””Oh mom.” *eyeroll* I then explained I really did like them and he replied “ugh, well I’ll enter for you then. My worst gift ever my aunt giving me a barbie.””uh, you used to want one.””Not last year and not Ballgown puky Barbie.”..and I can’t argue.

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Brenda December 24, 2008 at 3:37 am

I have so enjoyed reading about all these gifts. Not as many tales of good gifts, but I suppose it’s human nature to remember the bad. I have one of each. The best present came from my best friend, in the first year of our friendship. That would be 25 years ago now. It was a box of See’s candy, and she’d lovingly hand-picked a half a pound of all the chocolates she knew I liked best. Dark chocolate, with nuts and things that go crunch. It wasn’t Christmas, or my birthday. She just had a little extra money that month, and wanted me to have chocolate. The worst present came from a boyfriend; a delicate pair of silver earrings. Little crescent moons with tiny delicate faces, and tiny little delicate ladies, naked, who were STRADDLING THE MOON’S FACE. He bought them because he heard me say I liked “statement jewelery”, and was genuinely surprised to find that I thought the earrings made a little too much of a statement.

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Becky December 24, 2008 at 7:17 am

My best Christmas memory was when everyone was done opening presents and my Grandpa came in with a brand new sewing machine. My other sewing machine had died a few weeks ago and I didn’t have any money to fix it. I received a dress form for Christmas and my Grandpa decided it wouldn’t do me any good without one. He has pretty good taste in sewing machines, too! (I think my mom helped him pick it out.)

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Anan December 24, 2008 at 7:33 am

Oh goodness, scary pattern. But I’ve already snagged a 70s maxi dress for free merely because it was scary…My worst gift ever (in all of my 17 years) was a pair of size 11 dark purple suede loafers. Hadn’t asked for those, though they were the right size, sad to say. And then there’s the three grandma nightgowns given on separate years to me by my grandmother, one was used.The best gift I’ve ever recieved was actually secondhand from my great grandmother and given to me by the same grandma as the nightgowns. It was a Whitting and Davis silver mesh purse in the original packaging!

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KT December 24, 2008 at 8:25 am

I have a friend who could so make those work for her!!!When I was a teenager, my Grandma was unwell and a neighbor shopped for her. I got a Love Glove, so I could hold hands in the cold. We were both mortified!!!!!!!

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Little Hunting Creek December 24, 2008 at 8:58 am

I can’t beat some of these bad gifts detailed above. And perhaps I should be grateful that I can’t! My worst gift was a plate of cookies, which would not necessarily be a Bad Gift EXCEPT a couple of the cookies had been sampled.

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Marianne December 24, 2008 at 9:05 am

One of the sweetest gifts I got was when I was in high school, stuck driving an Oldsmobile that regularly broke down at stop lights leaving me stranded. My youngest brother bought me a model of a Mini Cooper, my favorite car at the time, and attached a note saying that he wished he could get me a real one. I still keep it in my cubicle. I thought it was extraordinarily thoughtful for an 8-year old.

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Jen ~ MOMSPatterns December 24, 2008 at 10:00 am

Hi Rita! NICE of you to spread the wrap pants joy! Dont put me in (Lord knows I must have some of that same pattern in SOME of the boxes around here.. lol) But I have a Christmas Horror Story!My Grandmother always gave us new pajamas for Xmas and Mom would always take a pic of us all dolled up for her to keep.. I was the recipient of a sheer white granny gown (the 70s kind, yoked on top, that thin fleece-y sort?) and I was about 10. Young girl, coming of age and just starting to erm, develop. Did NOT WANT MY PICTURE TAKEN in this gown! I cried cried, Mom finally had to pull rank and MADE me pose with my brother sister for The Jammies Photo.To this day, I still cringe when I see it. Me all red-eyed from crying, HUNCHED over to keep the gown from clinging to me. I never wore it.Happy Holidays, everyone!!

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Alison December 24, 2008 at 10:00 am

One year my aunt gave everyone in the family a copy of the FairTax Book. And whatever your political beliefs, it isn’t appropriate to give out books about politics at Christmas, and certainly not the same book to everyone on your list regardless of taste.Everyone remained civil at Christmas and thanked my aunt politely. However, the next time we had a chance to get together a few people had had a chance to read the book. They were not happy and chose to express that to my aunt. So, a loud, heated argument broke out at the funeral home(!) where we were all gathered to mourn the passing of a relative just a few months after Christmas.Friends do not let friends give out politically divisive books at Christmas.

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Laceflower December 24, 2008 at 10:19 am

I’ve been visiting for a while but my first time posting. I have to defend the skant pattern. My aunt, the kookie one, sewed seldom but when she did it was always something exotic. She once made me a burnouse, which I still have 40 years later. As a teenager I loved flowy things and she made me these skants, in a wild print, I still have them. My worst gift was an extension cord from my brother, he shopped at Canadian Tire and he is not the most thoughtful of persons. My best present was from my first DH, (in code so as not to offend) a BOB!

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Anonymous December 24, 2008 at 10:21 am

One x-mas my brother (over 18 and famous for raging inconsiderateness) actually showed up with a gift for me (??!!??). It was a cassette of the Planets by Holst. I was so amazed, because it was something I’d actually enjoy. But before I’d taken off the inner plastic wraper, he’d already reached out, taken the cassette, and told me he wanted to borrow it for a little while. Then it all made sense, and, of course, I never saw it again…So does that count as a bad gift, ’cause I’m not really sure if I ever really got it?!

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aimee_crum@hotmail.com December 24, 2008 at 10:37 am

Worst Gift: My mom had just picked me up from my freshman year of college and brought me back home for Christmas break. As we pulled into the driveway I saw this old beat up white car in the front yard. I asked her whos car was parked in the front yard, to which she responded “SURPRISE!!! It’s yours!” I obviously was shocked! However, I soon found out that they bought the car with MY MONEY!!!! Yes, they raided my savings account to buy me a car with my own money without consulting me!!! Well, Merry Christmas to me I suppose. And the real kicker… It broke down less than a month later and was not repairable. So not only was I out the gift of the car, but I was also out $1100…

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holly December 24, 2008 at 10:37 am

I think it’s groovy!! But then again, I miss macrame and peasant blouses. sigh. Yes, I grew up in the 70′s, can you tell?

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Mary December 24, 2008 at 10:54 am

I don’t want the pattern, thanks anyway! I had it in the 1970′s and made it up in a wild print. I believe I even wore it in public! I am thinking of awful Christmas presents, but they were all from relatives who are no longer with us. I wish they were around to give me even more bad presents. Sigh.

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Beth December 24, 2008 at 11:45 am

At 16 years old I’d never had a date and seemed unlikely to ever have a boy look at me. For Christmas my aunt gave me a book about a nice Catholic girl who becomes a cloistered nun. Hint hint. I guess Aunty didn’t read through the book because the nun develops bulemia and most of the story is long discussions of what she ate and then retched.I am now 45 years old, happily married and Jewish.

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Jan E December 24, 2008 at 1:37 pm

I don’t really want the pattern either, I just wanted to share. I’ve just recently found you and really enjoy your posts.Christmas of 1990, during a very, very bad divorce, I was living in a women’s shelter where my status was homeless. The handyman at the house, an older gentleman named Scotty, and the only male allowed in the place, gave each of the residents a pair of white men’s tube socks. They’re way up there on my list of favorite gifts ever.

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mickey December 24, 2008 at 2:53 pm

I think the pattern is cool! The only story I can offer for it has to be the gift my mother gave me about 20 years ago. I had delivered my second child in August, was at my lowest weight ever (around 100 pounds) and she presentled me a beautifully wrapped can of Slim-Fast powder.Nope–I haven’t forgotten yet.

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Anonymous December 24, 2008 at 3:18 pm

Sorry for posting this anonymously, Blogger is being strange. My dear departed grandfather was part of Florida’s lighthouse preservation society for years, and for years, he gave each and every member of my family something lighthouse related. Kids would get shirts, Mom would get trinkets, etc. (we are not trinket people.) He seemed too classy a man to unload free stuff on us, so I’m pretty sure he actually went and bought all of these things for us. At the time, I would have said they were the worst Christmas presents ever. I was a 13-year-old girl and over-sized lighthouse shirts were a terrible present, as far as I was concerned. But now that he’s gone and I’m a little more grown up, I really, really wish I knew where they all went.Shaina

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Maricana December 24, 2008 at 3:32 pm

I think there are many good entries above! My oddest and best gifts both came from my brother.One year he asked what I wanted, we had just bought a house so I said anything for the kitchen. He sent dish soap.This year money has been a problem so back in October he sent me a check that said “Merry Christmas” and was much welcomed.

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Darx December 24, 2008 at 4:24 pm

My worst ever Xmas gift was from a guy I was dating who was (I had it coming) 10 years younger than me. A plastic bird that sang Rockin’ Robin and moved its head. It also had a setting for chirping, and a way to set it so that it would turn on automatically when it sensed movement. Classy.The sad thing is, that’s not the only time I was given a plastic singing animal as a gift. It wasn’t for Xmas but another guy (who was going to be a priest but I knew had kind of a thing for me) gave me a stuffed gorilla in a plastic cage that vibrated and played Rescue Me. Yeah. Awesome.

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Anonymous December 24, 2008 at 4:33 pm

I had that pattern and made those pants to wear to a party in the 70s. I’m sure I looked completely adorable.Worst present? Wasn’t for Christmas, but it has to be the wedding gift I got from an ex-boyfriend – a bathroom scale. Uh, thanks….Best present? The pre-owned Singer 401A sewing machine I got from my husband for Christmas 1970. Don’t have that husband anymore, but am still sewing on the machine!

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Christina December 24, 2008 at 5:19 pm

Don’t want the pattern. But I have a best/worst present. Last year, my Mom, Sister and Nana pooled and got me a refurbished Singer. So sweet. However, it stops working every month or two and only my Mom can fix it (voodoo, she haz it), which was fine until I moved an hour south and had my car jacked. I think I will buy myself a new sewing machine that will do a straight stitch and a zigzag without blowing its little sewing machine brain.

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Deirdre December 24, 2008 at 7:03 pm

I love these pants! Isn’t that the pattern there on the front? LOLThe best gift I ever got was a coal carrier. After all the Christmas gifts were unwrapped I noticed it (I was probably six) and asked who it was for. My father said “It’s for you!” and I was beside myself. I loved that coal carrier. I used it to store all my treasures and when I got older I used it as a trash can. I have no idea what happened to it, or who it was originally for or why my father would have bought it in the first place. It was plastic, after all.Acutally, now that I think about it, I bet someone gave it to my father as a Christmas gift. LOL! I bet my father REGIFTED ME!I’ll have to ask my mother about that.

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mamafrog December 25, 2008 at 12:48 am

I cannot believe she has that pattern! My mom and I wore several pairs of these when I was in high school in the early 70′s. There is even a picture of me in one as an outfit for a band dinner. It was surprisingly comfortable to wear–but I always worried about things showing that shouldn’t.

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mamafrog December 25, 2008 at 12:57 am

And the absolutely worst gift ever was an incredibly ugly handmade ceramic clock from my mom’s stepmother. The funny thing was–it cracked so she took it back to fix it. When she gave it back she had changed the color of it somehow from a really disgusting green to something I liked. I was actually sad when it broke permanently the next time.

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evilrooster December 25, 2008 at 6:39 am

I am WEARING a pair of them right now, in crazy purple linen. I’ve never owned a pattern; I bought a pair on vacation once and dissected them after they shrank in the wash.I dart the back and don’t gather anywhere, so they aren’t so..poofy. But they’re comfortable and striking at once, which is a handy combination. I tend to wear bike shorts underneath them.Worst present…gotta be the 1950′s whiskey decanter shaped like a fat Scotsman, as created by someone who didn’t seem to have ever seen either a tartan or a human being, but only knew them by description. It had hooks around the behind, holding little black mugs for the whiskey.I still shudder at the thought of it.

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evilrooster December 25, 2008 at 6:44 am

Oh, and one of the best presents ever is the Bernina 440 QE that is en route to me right now, courtesy of my fantastic mother.

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vespabelle December 25, 2008 at 9:15 am

The worst present ever recieved was a YEARS out of date set of blouses from Talbots. How do I know they were out of date? I tried to return them and the SKUs were not in their computer system anymore!oh, those were so ugly (and not my style.)

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Anonymous December 26, 2008 at 3:47 am

When I was in high school I lived with this very scroungy old lady (not related to me). A new bank opened up in our neighborhood, and for their grand opening they gave away free potholders with the bank logo on them. She went through the line at least five times and tried to get me to do the same. I refused, and we got in a big argument right there in the bank with gazillions of people around. Finally a security guard told her she’d had her fair share and threw both of us out.You guessed it, I got some of those potholders for Christmas that year.(That doesn’t beat the urinal story, but no thanks on the pattern anyway.)

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anthrokeight December 26, 2008 at 11:42 am

When I was 5, my kindergarten class made a communal art project poster of an angel. You know the type; the angel’s gown is made of wadded up tissue paper glued down and its halo is glitter dumped on glue, complete with glitter drool.I LOVED that angel, and lucky me, I won it in a raffle at our school Christmas party.My mom put that poster on the wall for twenty years until finally it wouldn’t stay up because the back was so slick from years of tape and blu-tack no adhesive would stick.The year I turned 25, I came home for the holidays and my parents give me this big flat rectangle wrapped for my Christmas week birthday.They’d taken that kid-art poster to a framers and had it backed with stabilizing paper. It was framed in this great old-gold as well. I swear, it must have cost them $400.00. It’s so charming and incongruous to have a ratty poster in a fancy frame like that. And it is *wonderful.*I started to cry and cried all the way to dinner. I still tear up when I think of it. It’s the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever been given.But I have to admit… I doubt the pants.

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Anonymous December 26, 2008 at 1:18 pm

My brother gave me a wooden plank, with walnut colored varnish and four rocks glued to it. I asked him if it was his own creation, and he said no, he found it at a garage sale and thought it was something I would like.

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Anonymous December 26, 2008 at 2:33 pm

I really want to know what the “Love Glove” is, but I’m scared to google it.No thanks on the skants pattern – I try not to wear things that I used to put on my Barbie dolls. Although if it turned into a cape…

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Aimee December 26, 2008 at 8:38 pm

Erin, I actually already HAVE this pattern! I was hoping I could make it all ok.

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Primatoide futile December 27, 2008 at 7:08 am

I don’t want the pattern, but I admit having two such pants, and loving them. They work fine even in windy weather if you add something like hoops or snaps to keep them from opening in the upper part (takes all of ten minutes), and can be rather elegant and comfy depending on the fabric (mine are silk, one plain and one embroidered). Worst gift, well, my mother took my boyfriend from the head of the list this year, with a very ugly bronze reproduction (a nude, to add to it) that she also bought for my brother and sister…

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Dee Dee Warren December 27, 2008 at 9:36 am

So who won!!!

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Anonymous December 27, 2008 at 11:01 am

Highly amused about the granny night dress comments. My (new) husband bought me one cos he loves the whole victorian thing – its never on long!Worst present – this year from a friend who requested an expensive jewellery box and gave a BAR of SOAP in return…

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MsManners December 27, 2008 at 12:50 pm

When I was six, my family had a poodle named GiGi (my mother was a Leslie Caron fan what can I say) anyway, she was old (the dog…not my mother). My mother wanted to take her to the groomers to have her clipped before all of the festivities as we always had a lot of people over to the house. Poor GiGi, she had her bath and her clipping and then she just curled up and went to sleep…. And never woke up. I was heart broken.When I sadly unwrapped my Christmas presents, without my beloved GiGi, I was shocked to find that my parents had given me a little memento…..A framed photo of GiGi complete with her hair clippings glued on the picture. Seriously, to this day they claim that it was fashionable at the time and completely tasteful to stick dead dog fur onto a picture, but I am dubious.Seven years later my Grandmother asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I gave her a list of records (yeah I know I date myself) but instead of ANY of the records that I wanted….I received Disco Duck the greatest hits of disco (about 15 years AFTER Disco has mercifully died).But my bad presents have not stopped there, I have received:1.Membership to the fruit of the month club. There was only one of me (no kids ect at the time) and some months 10 pineapples would arrive or a crate of mango. One month, my fruit of the month (bananas) came complete with spiders.2.A baseball cap with straws and beer holders (I dont like baseball or beer) 3.A knitted tissue cover in the shape of an antebellum lady4.Two Bottles of Fen Phen (the diet drug that ended up killing people) from an EX. (subtle right?)5.And last year. I received a brand new wall calendar…from the previous year.

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Elizabeth December 27, 2008 at 8:34 pm

My husband isn’t too hot on the whole presents thing. One year I recieved two bath towels. The worst one was getting an air-conditioner, and being told we didn’t have enough money to install it. I explained that presents are meant to be personal symbols of love not capital improvements and that we were $#% well installing it. The next year I got a doona.

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Domina December 27, 2008 at 8:35 pm

The pants without the wrap aren’t too bad – the wild print doesn’t do the pattern any favors, though. I play cello and would find them useful if sewn up in a classy, dressy fabric.My worst Christmas gift was given to me this year: a hand-sewn baked potato bag. Yup. Just a fabric bag that is supposed to be great for microwaving potatoes. I don’t even like baked potatoes! Talk about not knowing your giftee!

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Alvrodul December 27, 2008 at 10:42 pm

The pattern isn’t all that bad (or at least the result isn’t, sez me who actually has made something _like_ those pants. I didn’t actually have a ready-made pattern, I made it myself, but the result was fairly reasonable, if not exactly flattering, since I actually have a _shape_, and don’t look like a fugitive from a concentration camp.My most favorite Christmas/birthday presents are the ones I have bought for myself (last year’s Xmas prezzie was a Palm, latest B’day prezzie was an iLiad, this year’s xmas prezzie was 5 sets of utterly delightful buttons with sci-fi motives (have sent Erin the URL, if there is interest…) :-)Can’t really remember any utterly didgusting xmas prezzies. This year I did get a very delightful one from one of my nieces, though: a homemade bookend, decorated with a waterlily with a frog (delightful and clever, IMO, though I don’t think it will actually see much use)

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Deirdre December 27, 2008 at 11:03 pm

Oh MsManner — those are hands down the worst gifts.And the woman whose parents framed the angel — that’s a fantastic gift.

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Anonymous December 28, 2008 at 9:13 am

I agree – MsManners had some doozies!The first year I was married and eagerly anticipating my husband’s gift, I was devastated. Now you have to understand the previous year he had gotten The Lord of the Rings trilogy for me (which I still have and read), so I was thinking it would be something of at least that caliber. Well, I was wrong!We live in the upper midwest – SNOW – not a lot of vegetation here in the winter that looks like much! On Christmas Eve day he went for a walk by himself. He cut some stalks of dried grass. That was my gift! I cried. Yes, I’m still married to him-30 years..and I usually chose my own ‘gifts’ except he’s pretty safe with bringing home spools of thread (as long as they aren’t black or white) which he puts in my Christmas stocking! This year my boss told him I needed the accessory table for my serger. She tried to do this slyly so I wouldn’t hear!! Right in front of her, he turned to me and asked if I wanted one. Yes, I got one. But the best part of the gift was the look on my boss’ face and her repetition of “I can’t believe he asked you – he just turned and asked you – what fun is that?”!!raisin

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Denise December 29, 2008 at 6:11 am

My sister once gave me a tube of foundation that she had tried and didn’t work on her skin tone. Yes, she gave me used makeup. My best present ever happened this Christmas, my husband and I bought our first house!

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San Antonio Sue December 29, 2008 at 6:42 am

Got to add one more tale about a gift. When I turned 50, a girlfriend gave me one of those tack “Still foxy at fifty” dolls. When she left, I pitched it. What I forgot is that my husband’s 50th birthday was 5 weeks later. And she brought him the matching man doll. When she said to me, “Go get the other one and we’ll put them together,” I just took the new one our of her hand and tossed it over my shoulder into the trash. The three of us laughed until we were sick!

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Clair Shearar December 29, 2008 at 9:02 am

This year for Christmas my mother-in-law gave me a spray can of cheap deodorant, a small jewelry pouch, a small, black, fake velvet thing, with nothing in it! Really! Although I do have to say that our wedding presents were even more fantastic:A yellow, plastic cutlery holder for when you wash dishes, a set of cheap, aluminum salt pepper shakers, a crocheted throw, which she subsequently asked to be returned to her. I just gave it back.

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La BellaDonna December 29, 2008 at 11:31 am

Oh, dear. I truly am sorry at some of the awful gifts that have been gotten! I’m still thinking that PAYING FOR MY OWN PRESENT was pretty sucktastic, but it was also evocative; I paid for everything else in that marriage, you know? I’m torn between NEVER WEARING the jewelry, or wearing it as a reminder to never live like that again, or just treating it as pretty jewelry I bought myself. But reviewing the list here, I think it’s safe to say that sometimes NO gift is better than the gift that says I WASN’T THINKING ABOUT YOU AT ALL. Last year, an often broke but wonderfully helpful brother gave each of us a teensy flashlight that fit on a keyring: perfect for finding the keyhole at night! I was really pissed when I finally broke it. Another year, he gave me (the bus-waiting commuter) a series of little plastic hand-warmers which I LOVED. So thoughtful, and fifty cents apiece. The year I got my apartment, the oldest brother asked what I wanted, and he got me a butter dish – which WAS what I wanted. He apologised and said it was the only one he could find, but it was just fine.Is it inappropriate to ask the other ladies what their gifters were thinking? Why raisin’s husband got her grass? Alvrodul, I’d co-opt that pretty bookend for someplace that would get personal use – either books at my office desk, or cookbooks in the kitchen, or sewing magazines in the sewing room. Elizabeth, what is a doona?? Darx, I got a stiffly-stuffed automated Rudolph that played “Rudolph,”; its nose lit up and its legs thrashed feebly. It didn’t work, and my husband took it back to the vendor TWICE – the second time I had said, if it’s intended as a gift for me, rather than a “household gift”, it really wasn’t to my taste. He returned it to the vendor – I guess – but didn’t bother to replace it with another present. Aimee, I think your parents stealing your money and buying you a crapola car with it is … that’s out of the realm of “Bad Presents” and into the realm of “Bad Parents”. I’m sorry. Mickey’s mother’s gift is right up there, too. Sewducky, I really really hope you don’t mean that it’s normal in your family to overlook Sewducky. That’s not right. Although I have to admit, I’m curious about the gift. Ahh – was it electronic and inappropriate, perchance? Honestly, some of the gifts listed make me wonder if some people see Christmas as THE time of year to make other people feel as bad as possible. Surely not, but still, it does seem that way… Holly, I have a confession: peasant blouses, wrap trousers, dresses with X bodices, handkerchief hems … I still love the 70s styles, they’ve stuck with me. I just plain like them! I suppose my longest-lasting gift was the SURPRISE sewing machine I got when I was ten! My Dad had a whole kite-string of index cards with quotes, etc., to make me guess what it was, and I was PARALYZED with fear when I first opened it. I’d been hand-sewing since I taught myself at six, but I had just learned to use a machine that summer, and I was afraid of it. It was a very elderly Singer, and I still have it. I have since moved on – to the slightly less elderly Singer I got when I graduated high school. It was third-hand, and it was made the year I was born. Since sewing has absolutely coloured – has STRUCTURED my entire life – I’d say that was the most long-lasting gift I ever got; it shaped my entire future. I don’t know how many gifts do that*. (*Heh – although the Christmas Gift That Wasn’t, i.e., the necklace set that I bought myself, was also one of those gifts, as it turns out).

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sewducky December 29, 2008 at 12:45 pm

LOL La BellaDonna, the gift was extremely offensive, so much so I usually don’t tell many people because it’s politically sensitive to a large group of people. As to being ignored, it’s entirely normal. LOL I’m so used to it, I’m more shocked when they remember, but I don’t worry about it too much, my son doesn’t get forgotten.

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Marjie December 29, 2008 at 4:12 pm

My mother in law gave me a Kitchenaid mixer in 1992 for Christmas, because she felt sorry for me baking for 25 to 30 people every holiday.My husband never gives me date driven presents. He just buys anything he thinks I want, because he wants me to have everything. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, even after 29 years!My worst present was for my 16th birthday. My parents had always told me that they’d match whatever money I had for a car, dollar for dollar, when I was 16. So on my birthday, they told me my present was in the driveway. It was a tiny toy car. Everyone else laughed. I went for a walk for 4 hours. I got no other presents. I’ve never expected anything since.Give the pattern to someone who has said she loves it! That would be the best use for them.Happy New Year, Erin!

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Anonymous December 29, 2008 at 6:46 pm

The Christmas of 1987: My mother gave me a box of dickies…fake turtle neck sweater dickies to be worn under a sweater. She still doesn’t understand why a teenager in the eighties wouldn’t wear a dicky to school, much less one that would make it appear that I was wearing a sweater under a sweater. Weird.A couple of years later I was moving into my own appartment, and mom had bought a bunch of stuff that I would need. I fondly remember unwrapping a (thankfully new) toilet brush.The worst Christmas present, though, was one that I gave. I was fifteen and I’d found a beautiful Liz Claiborne shirt for my mom, and paid for it with my own money. It was expensive and I was certain she’d love it. She opened it and stated that she “didn’t wear brown.” A couple of months later it hung lonely and unworn in her closet, so I asked if I could borrow it. She instantly accused me of buying it just so that I could wear it. I was crushed. I wore it anyway.mere

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QuiteLight December 29, 2008 at 8:38 pm

I dont want the pattern, as I was thoroughly traumatized by 70s hand-me-downs throughout the 80s (by the 90s I was old enough to put my foot down). Many of these came from my wonderful but taste-free aunt, who literally had a Salvation Army/Goodwill store addiction. Shed literally go everyday buy clothing by the pound. Not by the item. Pull items from select bins until you reach 5 lbs., $5.00. Every day.And I was tall, like her, so she took special joy in shopping for me. While everyone else would get e.g. shaving kits with flaking chrome blades, I would get half a dozen terrifying items. A billowing waisted (but skintight on chest butt) bat-winged tunic to be worn over the purple, size small (Im 510) stirrup pants. Plastic sailboat jewellry. Pink white horizontally striped harem pants. Brown cords that literally extended a foot past my feet. A pink corderoy smocked dress with embroidered cross-stitch roses… when I was a 13 year old tomboy. I blame that dress for my goth stage.My family enjoyed my horror so much, they arranged to have me open them without her there, so we could completely dissolve into hysterics without hurting her feelings.

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Basnight December 30, 2008 at 5:55 am

This might be too much information, but I had to comment on the granny night gown…a few months ago my aunt gave me three large night gowns, which I thought would be comfortable in my pregnant state. However, I did feel bad for my husband, not knowing how he would feel about them. Any way, every night I wore one to bed my husband would ask if I was wearing underwear, which I was. So one night I went to bed sans underwear and to keep this somewhat G rated I’ll just say it was quite a night. Apparently he loves the night gown idea and the um, accessibility they allow. I am now on a search for pretty night gown patterns as the Big Dog ones from my aunt just don’t seem quite right for the occasion.

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Who loves to sew December 30, 2008 at 6:49 am

Yes Basnight – my husband loves them too! Aren’t men strange??My worst present was from a close friend. We’d been best friends for 4 years, lived together at Uni etc. On my birthday I opened a very small present to find….a biro.Yes, a 23p pen. She wasn’t broke either, because 2 days later she spent 1000 on clothes. And its not like I’d expressed any desire to have another biro (or even a fountain pen which would have been a lot more cool!)For the next 10 years another friend and I sent each other novelty pens just to continue the joke!

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Rhonda December 30, 2008 at 7:26 am

Dude! I love those pants – Ive made myself 2 of them, but I never knew there was a commercial pattern for them – I always called them faux Thai wrap pants and drafted my own patterns for them .Aaaand this Christmas I got a food vacuum sealer. Which I have used once, and my husband more than a dozen times. I wonder who that gift was REALLY for…

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The Slapdash Sewist December 30, 2008 at 8:10 am

Some of these are terrible! My poor mother tries, but she’s really a terrible gift-giver. I think my gift two years ago is the best/worst ever. As a child I wanted to be a ballerina SO.BAD and asked for lessons constantly, but instead was given music lessons. Which in the end was probably the right thing because I have musical talent but not dance aptitude (hyperextended knees, get dizzy just turning my head, no balance, etc etc etc). But still.So for Christmas when I was THIRTY TWO years old my mother gave me…a dollar store ballerina figurine. I do not do knick knacks, period. And…a ballerina figurine? From the dollar store? For a 32 year old woman? I couldn’t get rid of her because my mom was sure to ask about her the next time she visited me, so I had to find some way to embrace her. I gave her a blog. http://gretchenthehouseholddeity.blogspot.com (Please do not enter me for the pants, though. That’s one vintage pattern I can resist!)

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Angel - Having a Nemesis December 30, 2008 at 9:28 am

Worst Christmas present ever? A couple of years ago I was in the hospital and undergoing very intensive chemo to save my life from the cancer that was threatening to kill me at every turn. My hair had been gone for a while and everyone I was in contact with was warned that because of my allergies to everything under the sun, they had to be extra diligent to ensure they didn’t tempt fate.Now…my sister in law and I don’t exactly get along. We don’t have anything in common and when I became part of my now husbands family she went into an only child attention fit. I’m certain she thinks I’m an abrasive bitch. But we make a point of having nothing to do with one another in general to avoid clashing. It works well.However this particular Christmas….with my hair gone and myself essentially living in a bubble….I got a small homemade gift basket. With hair clips (I’ve never had long hair to begin with) and dollar store soap full of all the ingredients that my body has never been able to cope with and would definitely cause my body to have a very nasty allergic reaction.My now husband had to trash the basket moments after I opened it, doctors had to be alerted in case I had a reaction, and the nurses made a point of hustling her out in the blink of an eye.I still can’t figure out if she was merely ignorant, or attempting to do harm (at least emotionally), but suffice it to say, we haven’t spoken with her since. I sort of laugh about it now, because I’m here to laugh, but at the time it was….nothing less than shocking.

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kcenya1950 December 30, 2008 at 9:41 am

The worst present ever WAS this pattern made by my mother for me. She had never sewn anything although I was a sewer and she made it in a horrible, horrible print BY HAND so of course I had to wear it. Best present ever was always what my dad gave me -searched high and low for something unique like a mercury glass hand that modeled gloves that i still have 40 years later!

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Anonymous December 30, 2008 at 1:17 pm

I was engaged to a guy (didn’t work out thankfully) that gave me an adorable Valentine’s gift bag with something nice and cute (not memorable though) inside. I mentioned something about it being from his mom and sister. He said, “How did you know?” It was right on the gift tag. I think his mom knew him pretty well. He’d been planning to pass it off as from himself! Another time he brought me bottles of juice when I was extremely weak and bed-bound with a horrible flu. It wasn’t until weeks later that I found out they were from my own mother! She asked me how I’d liked them. He’d tried to take credit for those too!JenL

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Cookie December 30, 2008 at 5:14 pm

The worst Xmas present I ever got was actually quite thoughtful….just dreadfully WRONG (wrong wrong) for me.My suburban stepmother was visiting me in Manhattan with my dad in tow, and perhaps thinking I must be cold during the winters, got me a nice, new, heavy coat. All perfectly innocent, so far. But I am 5’8″ (rather short, for a guy), and this was a VIOLENTLY acid-washed denim, knee-length, lumberjack style jacket with BRIGHT white, puffy fleece lining. With tabs and zippers all over it. And the cherry on the sundae? An inexplicable Mandarin collar, to boot. I just can’t tell you how awful it was!I was an actor who usually appeared in dignified classical plays at the time, plus I worked as a wardrobe supervisor between jobs, and at that stage of my life I either wore khaki slacks with white linen shirts and loafers (summer) or ALL BLACK (winter). That was IT! So this acid-washed demin jacked/slipcover was just UNwelcome. Not to mention unflattering. I literally went cold when I saw it. Horror. I wouldn’t have minded seeing it on someone else, really…I was just very insecure and self-conscious in my 20′s, and I gravitated toward very simple, quiet, classic clothes. And I could not see myself in this getup.Still, I knew there was no way I could not wear it to lunch the next day, so I picked a place 5 blocks from my house and slunk over there in it, hunched over and with my eyes on the pavement the whole way. My stepmother was all excited and showed me all the special clasps and zippers all over again once I got there. The jacket quickly went on the back of my chair, and I relaxed.I WILL say this; it was very warm. And given with the best of intentions. But, it went to a consignment store after my parents left town. I don’t think anyone else ever bought it. You could pick up your items 90 days later if you hadn’t received a check, and I didn’t hear from them…and I never went back.

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oracle January 3, 2009 at 7:34 am

The cruelty of some parents. It’s so widespread!

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La BellaDonna January 3, 2009 at 1:32 pm

Basnight, don’t limit yourself to nightgown patterns! Anything you sleep in becomes, ipso facto, nightwear. Any comfy dress pattern, any blouse pattern extended to floor length (such as a peasant blouse or chemise pattern), even evening dress patterns, are perfectly appropriate, whether you like flannel, cotton, corduroy or silk! I actually like 30s evening gown patterns – heck, I like 30s nightgown patterns for dresses! But if you’d like a pattern for the old-fashioned nightgown, Folkwear Patterns carries one. It makes sense to make your own nighties – a third of your life (in theory) is spent sleeping, and thrashing around in bed gives nightclothes pretty hard wear.And nightgowns are perfect when that’s all you want to wear so that body parts can breathe, too. They can be much more flattering than jammies, and more comfortable, too! I actually bought several “beach coverups” on sale – slightly fitted, floor-length T-shirts – which are alternate nightgowns.

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