She was so manic in the gift grab, it's even worse than it was previously. That low cut dress with a slit at the side, her voice and the laugh are just dreadful. How can she behave like that? The new girl looked out of place as the poor newbies always do. The madness of people writing letters from abroad to explain things about French churches and tell SJ where to eat and visit in Limoges (!); people sending from the US to France: a diamante Eiffel Tower and a gilt plaque saying "Bonjour", which she says she'll put in the chicken coop; more Spode dessert forks to add to the growing collection; personalised Christmas decorations including one for Mason who is coming in the autumn; an expensive camera gimbal; a Limoges rosary in a peacock box; loads of salt (SJ declared that she LOVED salt!); angel wing earrings for Nati; a hedgehog timer and a hedgehog Christmas decoration; a knitted peacock that looked like a snail; another hedgehog; towels from people who don't realise the quality of linen and towels that Madame buys for herself. It really goes from bad to worse and I think that's the last gift grab for me; I really can't stomach any more. To think that adults, both the givers and receivers, can carry on like that, in the midst of a serious global pandemic, wasting money and encouraging this damaged acquisitive woman, it's just too immoral. The whole thing is just ridiculous and is spiraling out of control. Does she intend to carry on with it forever?
Thank you! I’ve stopped watching. It’s the same ’ol garbage each and every time! And paying import fees or whatever it is to open this junk, I’d be kicking myself after the first haul and be like “Nah, not worth it!”
It’s peacocks: way to many peacocks, pillows, swizzle sticks, ornaments, costumes. She has the real thing, I’m sure she doesn’t need to be reminded of it everywhere she looks. I love cats, it doesn’t mean I want porcelain cat statues all over my house, and a poster of cat telling me to “Hang in there“ in my bathroom. I have one live cat and that’s plenty.
There’s hedgehogs: a few little ones are cute, maybe on a shelf, but when you end up with a “hedgehog room” it’s time to call the doctor.
The squirrels: there are enough squirrels on the tree branch monstrosity to last a lifetime. Remember the cat thing? They are two squirrels short of a nut house!
The ornaments: I hope she sets up a tree in the cesspit, that’s the best place to display them. I’ve been bombarded with the school made ornaments for years, while I do “treasure” them, you know those bitches get hung on the back of the tree every year.
The leftovers from a garage sale: there’s a reason no one bought this crap, thrift stores exist, (and so do burn pits) and you don’t have to pay postage.
Clothes that someone grew out of in ‘86: Ok, I’m never that mad at this one, I love a good time warp. Pass them down to your kids, it’s hipster chic and they’ll get a kick out of it. You don’t have kids? Sell them on poshmark. Your Z. Cavarrici’s and tiered shiny prom dress will pay for your next electric bill.
Fabric from the local dime store that someone cleared out during a going out of business sale: Nope, nope, nope, people are picky about fabric, designs, and quality. She’s got more than enough to last her through a lifetime of projects. No one wants to be buried alive under their own fabric stash. I’ve had a few close calls myself. And if it’s been sitting for years in a shed: burn pit
Oh God the socks (just why? why all the socks?!): If I see one more pair of socks I’m going to have an aneurysm. They don’t have 16 pairs of feet each. You people buying them all the socks need an intervention.
The Spode forks and spoons: why do these exist? Spode you should be ashamed of yourselves.
The Food: just send them the rats, it’ll be quicker
And finally, the full set of China, whatever the pattern: I know you want to see your great grandmother’s China used for a fancy dinner party and you don’t know enough people in real life to justify keeping it. Throw yourself a dinner party and invite over all your imaginary friends, tell them all about your China. I promise they’ll get more enjoyment out of it than layabouts in France.
