Oh dear, what a thing for a whole worldwide community of vintage fashion lovers to know someone as, "the giver of ant stakes". I have to admit though, I've never known anyone give me a worst present than that.
One of the girls at work was given a really dreadful present by her sister at Christmas - a load of those music compilation CDs you get free with the Sunday newspapers, all wrapped up, as though she wouldn't notice they were all in cardboard containers with the words "given free with the Mail on Sunday, not for re-sale" written all over them. Ghastly. At least your husband actually spent money! LOL!
I guess I'm lucky with presents. My dad tends to buy me a gold neckalce or a bracelet for every occasion, so I think he's trying to turn me into Mr T or something, and they're the only presents I object to as he's spending lots of money on something I've already got. I'd rather he bought me a chocolate bar.
And the best presents ever are my mum buying me Maureen Starkey's autograph (she's the first wife of Beatle Ringo Starr - she's my role model) and a gentleman friend of mine giving me a 1960s red sparkle Slingerland snare drum. Admittedly, most females would probably object to being sent home with an old snare drum (and a slightly dented one at that, but it's more exciting when the drum has been hurled across a room - I know, I'm strange) and my mother was a little weirded out when she met me at the airport clutching the thing. But to me it's *fabulous*. I love drums, snares are my favourite, I love 60s things, I love things that have been trashed by drummers, and I love anything in red sparkle. But that's the whole point of gifts isn't it? Giving someone something they will treasure, no matter how weird a person they are! LOL!
love, moons and starrs,
Senti.*