Does this person hate you? You have a few options: keep the sweater in case you need it for an ugly sweater contest, which you would be sure to win; or if the yarn is nice, give it to the thrift store and someone will buy it and re-use the yarn. If the yarn is cheap and scratchy or an ugly color throw it away. Don’t worry about hurting your relative’s feelings when you never wear the sweater, because they didn’t worry about how you would feel when they gave you a hideous sweater.
I would love to see a photo of the World’s Ugliest Sweater. Please?
10 *feet *by 7 feet? Please tell me it was 10 feet by 7 feet.
I got a 3 gallon bottle of cooking oil. Meant as a joke, and from someone who has every reason to ignore Christmas this year, so no hard feelings whatsoever.
My husband and I got a jug of ice melt from his family. It was unwrapped, but with our names written on it in Sharpie marker. My daughter and I unpacked the box, and when we came to this, we just stared at it in baffled silence.
It’s not that we won’t use it. We do live in Minnesota, after all. However, the jug is kind of heavy, and I’m just astonished that someone would pay to ship this and call this a Christmas present.
Snapped a photo of the jug on my phone and have gotten a lot of mileage out of baffling friends and coworkers with it, so there is that.
That’s pretty awesome. Not having lived in a snow-bound land as an adult, before I clicked on the link I was thinking it might be some trendy, new-agey bullshit thing. You know like a jug of pure water naturally melted by the sun from some pristine glacier in Antarctica, and guaranteed to perfectly flush impurities from your aura. That would have been pretty WTF.
But what you actually got is simultaneously far more practical and far more WTF as a gift :D.
While “shitty” might be too strong a word, Slaughterhouse-Five is a bad Christmas present for someone who has not asked for it. “Life sucks and then you die” is not good holiday reading. A year on and I still haven’t finished it.
As an adult, I don’t really get or expect much in the way of Christmas presents. My mother and my legal wife both gave me shirts. I would actually wear what the wife gave me. As usual, my FIL gave the majority of presents- mostly money or equivalents, and that is appreciated.
Years ago National Lampoon magazine ran a cartoon series called “The Appletons” by B.K. Taylor, a parody of the typical American family, where the dad “Norm” was a total psycho. One year for Christmas he gave his children… meat. Steaks, chops, ribs, roasts, burgers, sausage- hundreds of pounds of Grade-A meat worth thousands of dollars. A gift you couldn’t call useless or cheap, but… :dubious:
Somebody gave me a sweater. Now anything warm is usually okay by me, but…
(1) it’s100% acrylic, a “fabric” I do not wear
(2) it’s white(ish), offset a little by the fact that it’s washable
(3) it has a zipper
(4) it has no pockets
This is four strikes. It’s getting returned for something I might actually wear, probably something really mundane. I did put it on, hiding the tags, for one picture. It’s also a little too large for me.
So, not really shitty, just not suitable. Possibly (probably?) given to me because I often wear dark things with lots of white dog hair on them, so also not unthoughtful. Just not quite right.
The person knows me pretty well and hence enclosed a gift return receipt. But I won’t tell her I returned it.
Somebody gave my kid a god-awful paint-by-number wall plaque. Featuring the artwork of Norman Rockwell. So obviously old and crusty, it looks like it was pulled from a hoarder’s dumpster. So old, I couldn’t even find one like it on ebay. Closest estimate is the late 70’s. I’m guessing the paint is dried up into little rocks.