Your Closet: Favorite Gifts, Pt. 1

Family Christmas | This I Wear

Over the last week, I’ve asked all of you to send in your stories about some of your favorite gifts you’ve ever received, regardless of occasion and regardless of whether you can wear them or not. Holiday gift giving can be stressful, but remembering stories of how someone’s gift touched you can be a welcome boost to put a little extra thought into holiday shopping to make sure the gifts you buy this season will be loved, appreciated, and kept.

Today I’m sharing the first in the collection of stories I’ve received. But there are more that will be shared over the next week, and I am still accepting stories through Wednesday December 13 at midnight CT. If you haven’t sent in your story yet, read today’s entries for inspiration or look back at one of my favorite gifts, and then email your story in!

The best gift I ever received was an Alexandrite and gold cocktail ring from my mom. It was passed down to her from her grandmother. My mom got it re-sized for me two Christmases ago after I had been admiring it my entire life. It always stood out to me in her jewelry drawer, and I was so honored to receive it. I have had it for two years now and always think of my great grandmother when I wear it.

Well, Ona made a Muppet version of me. This wasn’t for a holiday, but it was part of a long-running series of pranks. She colluded with my coworkers to pose this Muppet-me doing all the things I do everyday and then take pictures of the proceedings. I loved it. It takes a lot of effort to pull hijinx like that and keep them secret for so long, so I felt like a celebrity.

My favorite gift ever was from my mom in 2010. We’ve never been especially close and she’s not a really sentimental person, so it brought me to tears when I opened my gift that year and inside was a quilt she’d made for me by hand. On it, she monogrammed “To Megan Love Mom 12-25-10.”

Yvette (My mom!):
When I was growing up, I loved to read. Summers were spent waiting for the arrival of the Bookmobile on our block. I was the precocious child, and the librarians allowed me to read the “Y” books when everyone else my age was still on “J” level. My mom must have encouraged me, though I don’t remember anything she ever said to me. In fact, I don’t recall I ever saw my mother sitting down reading a book. There were seven of us children and I can’t imagine she had much time for that leisure activity. But she knew how much I loved books, and one Christmas she joined a book club and I was the lucky recipient of that “Get X free and you only have to buy 1 book in the coming year” incentive. And what were the books? Two volumes of Rudyard Kipling, two volumes of Shakespeare, and two volumes of Gore Vidal. I still have those books.

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