I’m World’s Worst Gift-Giver.
It’s not that I give people gifts that they hate (although, technically, that could be the case and I just don’t know it). No, the problem is more with my inability to actually give the gift to the recipient (also true for greeting/holiday cards). And while sometimes that is due to me not remembering to purchase the gift, more often than not it’s that the (sometimes partially complete, but usually fully recipient-ready) gift stays with me.
It’s not an attempt to keep great gifts for myself, because I’m not using these things. They just… don’t ever leave my general possession.
Hand-stitched decorative pillow celebrating friend/co-worker’s first child.
This photo was taken last night, September 27, 2015. You may be able to make out that the child’s birth date was June 10, 2005.
In 2005, I began this project. Clearly I didn’t quite finish the stitching. Also, even if I had finished the stitching, it was just on the initial piece of fabric. The pillow would still have to be made. Caitlin is now 10 years old.
In either November or December of last year (2014), I ran across a book of traditional/old-fashioned cocktail recipes. It instantly made me think of my friend, Kentucky*. We don’t “do” Christmas gifts, but I considered giving it to her at Christmastime, anyway. That did not happen.
Her birthday is in June. I had myself convinced that her birthday was in July. I missed it completely. However, within the first week of July, I purchased a belated birthday card for Kentucky.
At the beginning of this month (September), I finally got my ish together and presented Kentucky with the book and the card.
I wish I could tell you that I’d lost one, or the other, or that they were out of sight. But, no. They were sitting on my desk that entire time.
I cannot explain this.
Sometime prior to 2006, I obtained a musical nursery mobile.
There was never any intention of keeping it for myself. It was just too sweet and adorable (without being cloyingly precious) to not pick it up for a friend’s future baby. And so I waited. Earlier this year, I learned that my bestie, Fin*, was pregnant. The happy parents-to-be did not yet know whether they were expecting a boy or a girl. When, in May, she shared that they were going to have a girl, I knew I wanted to give the mobile to them.
Now, I know some people get all fussy and crazy about their nurseries. So instead of just sending the mobile, I asked if they had specific theme plans for the nursery, and how they felt about mobiles, in general. (you and I both know that some baby mamas be crazy about weird stuff like that) Fin’s husband, Guy*, responded that “as long as it’s not a Freddy Krueger/Jason mobile,” he would love to have it.
In mid-May, I knew that I wanted to send them this mobile. It was going to need a quick tweak, first, but it was going to them.
So, in September, with less than a month before the baby’s official due date, I FINALLY made the necessary adjustments and got it in the mail. To go overseas. Luckily, shipping was much faster than the USPS led me to believe and the mobile arrived before the baby.
Frankly, I consider this not only massive strides in my gift-giving inefficiency, but a bonafide success story.
Perhaps you’re wondering about those tweaks?
(Thank you, Guy, for the idea!)
Most of my friends are aware of my gift-giving issue, and I think they expect very little from me in that area. Which is good, because then when I actually get around to giving a gift, it seems all the more wonderful and impressive!
Eh, let’s just hope they truly believe that it’s the thought that matters.
*Names changed to protect the innocent
And, yes, I’m inordinately proud of my mobile accessories.