My email box has been jammed lately with all sorts of pretties for Christmas (I can't bear to refer to the season as The Holidays, so I'll be saying Christmas from now on). I'm thinking of highlighting things I like when I have a moment ... and, today, I'd like to show you eight things I DON'T WANT. In no particular order. (And, yes, these items were featured in a holiday gift catalog.)
I can't look at this without cracking up. I don't see how this is a gift for anyone and can't imagine it's comfortable in any way. And WHY is it called Kymaro? Don't spend too much time thinking about it - there's a slew of bad gifts for us to ponder...
An automatic liquid soap dispenser is a great gift, right?
What about a Neckline Slimmer?
The picture is actually scarier than the title. Those springs are freaking me out a little.
Is it wrong of me to feel like a microwavable scarf is a creepy combination of not attractive/geriatric?
It's not just for towels...
See? My son is asking Santa for one. He's going to warm his underwear in it.
But I've saved the best worst gift for last.
There's not a lot I can say.
Not. Saying. Anything.
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