When I was 10 my aunt sent me a denim bag with a genuine Levi Strauss labeled pocket on it and red woven handles. Not an awful gift but didn't do much for a ten year old. 54 years later, I carry it when I go to dialysis three times a week and get constant compliments on it. Thank you very much, aunt Jeanne, many years too late.

I don't have a picture bc I threw them away but I once got a pair of lime green cotton pants three times my size from my aunt for Xmas. Idk what she was thinking

My mom hosted a family reunion on my birthday. When I arrived, with my assigned pies and side-dishes, she sent me to the store with a list of things she forgot and $50. Her list items cost over $100. She told me she'd been so busy getting ready that she didn't get me a gift, so I should keep the change as my present. So, for my birthday, I baked for two days and paid for her party extras, and didn't even get cake. That year for Christmas, she gave my SIL and me matching monogram totes. My middle initial was wrong.

When I moved to a foreign country, I got a huge glass (approximately 5 liter) filled with stripes of loose, coloured sand, so it looks like a rainbow and a big candle in it.

Gift exchange at work. I was 19-20 and all the ladies in my department were 40+. It was my first "real" job and I truly loved it and everyone I worked with. I got the cheesiest Christmas tree topper I had ever seen. Wasn't even in a box, but still had the tag. Thing is I had been talking about the fact that I couldn't afford an artificial. Christmas tree (I'm severely allergic to pine and cedar) and was bummed about it. I made my decorations myself that year during lunch and after work. I was pretty proud and showed them to everyone. Got that topper & almost cried. The other ladies made it up to me. But to be fair, 7 of 10 were Jewish immigrants. Maybe she didn't understand? Today I laugh about it. Yes, I still have it.

When I was young my family used get the same thing for Christmas from my Grandmother for about five years in a row. My mother and I used to get a pack of knickers each. Plastic lace stuff on the front of and faux silk on the back horrible things. Oh it was the Seventies so my poor ( she was his mother) father got a terrible kipper tie in bold colours and patterns never to be worn . We think she got them as a job job at a market

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Sorry I have no picture, but my father once gave me an earthenware mug. At home I served tea and coffee in white Wedgwood bone china cups. Apparently he had never noticed. He wasn't even being cheap, I know it had been really expensive.