TGIF can mean a lot of things, and in this case, we’re talking about RE-gifting. Tell me that you’ve never re-gifted, and I’ll call you a liar ... or a saint ... or maybe too driven! Let’s face it, we’ve all received gifts whereby, after our initial shock and embarrassment for the GIVER because a tacky fake crystal giraffe is NOT reflective of the type of gift one should give another. We smile a fake, warm smile, and say, “Oh! I know EXACTLY where I’m going to put this (on my re-gift shelf in the garage). You SHOULDN’T have! (really).”
TGIF happens when you’ve forgotten to take a hostess gift or buy a wedding gift as you fly out the door to the WEDDING ... we’ve all done it ... fess up. “Sal, should we give them the toilet roll dispenser on a stand or the gravy ladle in the shape of a swan?” Hmmm.
Wine can always be re-gifted, but if it’s a really cheap wine, you must immerse the bottle in warm water until the label peels away and then stick on your own label, “The Midlife Gals Ruby Doobie Red,” and tell them that you make your own wine and wanted them to try it. You can add that a superior winemaker from Napa Valley actually makes the wine for you, and that it recently won the Wines Society Boomer Winemaker of the Year award. And, get this,their palette will shift from a Sam’s Club selection to a fancy Bordeaux with all the tannens they can bare. It’s called blind tasting, and if they don’t know the difference, you’ll be lauded and praised all the way to Sunday for your ‘special’ gift.
Be creative in your re-gifting. Just Google re-gifting and you’ll find a myriad of ideas, why, there’s even a site called,”Learn How to Regift.” If there is anything else The Midlife Gals can help you with, please do let us know.
Go out there and GIVE, I mean RE-Give!
KK
I’m not very good at re-gifting. I once gave my favorite sea shell to a little girl for her fourth birthday. She was insulted and dismayed. It wasn’t plastic, banana yellow, or meant to be visible on a computer screen. She actually threw it down as her mother lightly scolded her, “Now, honey, that’s not very nice.” It was everything I could do to hold my tongue and not call her the baby-bitch that she was.
