The worst present I ever got was meant with all good intention and love.

My grandmother bought a seafoam green sweatshirt and that would have been nice, but she was a seamstress and well she has to liven it up persay. She added lace to the top of the shirt and then to really make it bad she added clear red buttons all over the lace in intervals.

That sweatshirt only got worn once in my life. The day Grandma visited. With my mother's permission I put that present in a drawer never to seen again.