Most of the suggestions here are great. Gently guide her if you must.
Purely anecdotal, this, so you may stop reading here if you like:
My grandmother bought me a set of china dishes when I was a teenager. I expressed so much pleasure over them that, naturally, each year, she began to buy me more to the set: glasses, tea cups, silverware, bowls, sugar bowl, creamer, gravy boat… by the end of it, I had burner covers, a kitchen clock, and even a baker’s rack that all matched those original china plates! Well, as I got older, I didn’t care much for the pattern anymore, but I could never bring myself to tell her that. Then, two years ago, I moved away. I hadn’t intended to move, so my china et al were left at a friend’s house. Well, the friend and I got into a fight shortly after, and she hasn’t spoken to me since. My china is gone. My mother doesn’t want to go over to her house to deal with her to get it back (and she shouldn’t have to), and I’m… well, I’m 3000 miles away, and arguing with her would just get my stuff smashed up. Yeah, yeah, small claims… what a bother. Not worth it. But you know, I miss that damn china. Not just because it’s in the hands of someone undeserving, but after I moved, and now that I’m in the fabulous immigration limbo, I realise I may not see my grandmother anytime soon. It’s been two years already. I took for granted that she just lived a few minutes from me before, and now, she’s so far away. I miss that ugly china. It was from her, and she loves me, and she bought it for me because she wanted me to have something because she truly believed I loved it. How could I have ever told her otherwise?
So, recently, when I called her before Christmas, she asked if I would like it if she got me a piece of a Christmas village every year until the day she dies. (her words! silly old fool!
) So I thought, well, what’s the harm in that? It’s something she would love picking out (the woman has three full villages she sets up every Christmas!) and she gets them for my mother, too - she has fun with it. And I thought, really, a Christmas village, you can’t go too wrong with that, can you? A small, tasteful village from the same set each year, that would be wonderful. And one day I could tell my own children that this is the set their great grandmother sent me for years, and they would ooh and ahh…
The first piece she ever sent me? A huge church, lit from within… covered in fibre optic colour changing psychedelic lights! :eek:
And every year, that guady thing gets pride of place on the countertops, featured prominently for everyone who comes in to see. While all of our other “tasteful” decorations go up in their perfectly matched silvers, creams, and blues… this giant church constantly changes colours - red, purple, green, blue, and multi-coloured sparkles - and if anyone asks, I beam proudly and tell them it’s from my dear Nanny.
And that ugly sucker is staying in the family for generations to come. Guady be damned, it’s from my Nanny! 