Gifts That Keep Gifting

I weeded out wedding gifts today. After 30 years, the pair of odd Chinese drawings that I'm not sure I ever loved as much as I thought I should (as a dear friend gave them to us) are finally, nearly, on their way to Goodwill. Perhaps they will turn into wedding gifts for someone else. Perhaps even Goodwill will not want them. But somehow that's OK, too. Three decades of consigning them to the seldom used guest room is enough admiration on my part. I hope that anyone who received a doubtful gift from me has cheerfully regifted it. I remember the needlepointed wallhanging that featured a lot of orange and purple. What was I thinking in gifting it? More to the point, what was I thinking in stitching it? For quite a while, I thought the large metal country goose key holder was a terrific gift that I gave. Now, country cute is over. I just hope the goose was deep-sixed about the same time Big Hair died. Books seemed like a good gift idea especially as they're easy to mail. I shipped one to a youngster one year as a birthday gift; his mom told me he loved it. So I sent him another. Turns out he hated both of them. I wish he'd turned those unwanted albatrosses into paper airplanes, but I suspect he simply suffered through them. I gave an eclectic wine decanter to someone fairly normal that I thought would like something decidedly odd. I later saw it regifted to someone who was so decidedly odd that the decanter seemed mainstream. And there's at least one winter scarf at our house that was regifted from one sibling to another. A risky, yet bold move that was found out by the original gifter. I don't know what that original gifter really thought about her gift moving on, but it landed with the right person. Big Guy looks distinguished, and much warmer, when he wears it.