Bowling Pin nut dish. It ended up being one of those “recirculating” gifts that we turned into different things (tree topper, coat pin, etc.). It was really quite funny!

I’m not against re-gifting, but I do find it strange to give people gifts that have been used before – for years, probably – for your entire Christmas. Even if you are low-budget . . . I little note is enough for me. I won’t give all the details {because the story is long and embarrassing} but suffice it to say that I didn’t keep any of the “stuff” I was given!

It would have to be that console stereo from a second cousin once removed as a wedding gift! Like, she could have taken it to the landfill herself.

My worst gift ever was getting a shoe rack for Christmas due to the fact that I have a habit of taking my shoes off and leaving them where they came off.

Forgot to say that it has been the gift has kept on giving as the story has continued to be told for 40 plus years.

Blue plastic oil candle that had silver glitter snowflakes that looked like stars of David. I was told it;s because I love blue & Silver.

Woodchips. For many years the woodchip delivery fell on my birthday so it has become a standing joke in our family that my husband gets me woodchips for my birthday every year. Luckily it is just a joke!

For my wedding, my brother, who was serving as a missionary in Omaha, Nebraska, sent me a vase made out of an old fence post. The best part was that rolled up inside it was a note apologizing for the gift. He knows I like eccentric things, but realized after he bought it that it was weird. My husband decided we should give it back to him 2 years later when he got married. Then it turned into an “Old Maid” game where we have “sent” it back and forth to each other in creative ways. I mailed it to them from Hawaii in a pineapple box with the top of a pineapple stuck inside. They arranged to have it strapped to the underneath of my piano when it was delivered 800 miles away. They also sawed it in half and canned it in some food storage I asked them to get me…. it just keeps going on and on and on…

The scale that measured my body fat. . . . .Yes, I was on a diet and my son thought it a wonderful gift. We took it back and got a lovely necklace that I get compliments on all the time. . . . . .His heart was in the right place and now I brag about his good taste in the necklace and leave the original gift out.

a pair of size 10 fur slippers with a mohawk strip down the top. ( I wear a size Way to know about me!

The worst gift ever was actually one I gave…(:
My mother-in-law had a foster son who was struggling in school. He was such a neat kid that i decided to write the Hooked on Phonics company and told them about this boy who sadly had such a hard life and very little money in the family, etc. etc. They sent me a free program (about $250 back in the early ’90′s)to give to him. I was so excited….he was not. He felt humiliated. It was given back to me unopened several years later and I ended up donating it to the chruch sale.