Stick-on-weight loss patches for the stomach from DM. Unsolicited, which is what makes them unforgivable and my worst ever Christmas present. I could stand to lose a few pounds but she has no place in that journey and despite my husband repeatedly telling her (on my behalf) to back off, she continues to try and insert herself.
Worst secret Santa: a Michael Buble calendar. It was so cheaply made it was unusable and it wasn't even a practical, sensible, usable format.
Christmas runner up: Basil scented body wash etc set - nicely meant but the smell gave me an instant headache. The memory of the smell still makes me ill!
Worst birthday: one of those naff address book sets with a little book for the coffee table included. It was on shoes. It was clearly a re-gift and came from someone who clearly didn't care and took no trouble to hide it, which is why it sticks as a bad memory. Esp weird choice as we were both 15!
Worst all round giver: ex bf. He loved luxury but rarely gave anything luxurious himself. The one time he did, he made sure to let me know he'd acquired the item on the cheap - slightly took the shine off. The items weren't necessarily always bad but he took care to let me know they were panic buys/ bought in bad grace. Eg, he panic bought me a hideous faux silky scarf because the real one he'd bought before (the mystery acquisition one) went down well and ensured I knew it was a panic buy. Bought me vegan chocolate from hotel chocolat when I'm not vegan and they'd run out of the non vegan bar he normally got me rather than finding another thing I might like to try. Always with the backstory of the panic buy, narrative of inconvenience etc. I try v hard with gifts. I'm quite easy going back as long as it's got some thought or logic, despite actually being quite a fussy person. He wasn't too badly off and was happy to accept turnbull and asser socks and a voucher for his tailors but still gave me shite from the market and a novelty calendar without seeing the disparity.