So there's this prophecy in my life that I can't ever have exactly what I want for any gift giving occasion. When I do know EXACTLY what I want, and I tell many people, you'd think, my chances would be better.

J'adore perfume: I went around "Smell this. This is J'adore, its Christian Dior. Its 65 dollah. Its available at Macy's and Nordstrom. It would make a nice Xmas gift."
Nada. Bought my own damn bottle.

Claddagh Ring:"Look at the photo. Its a Claddagh. I want one, have since I was 5, and my babysitter got one from her boyfriend."
Nada, I got it the next year for Xmas, 'cos my boyfriend didn't like the fact that a customer of mine heard this story, and got me one in silver. My boyfriend got me an 18 karat from IRELAND proper.

Tori Amos DVD: in an email, "Pre-order the Tori Amos DVD for Valentine's delivery! Only 24.95!" Instead, I got 75 bucks worth of clothes. 50 bucks worth, did not fit.

However, a few years ago, cashmere was all over Nordstrom's and a stripper friend of mine was named cashmere, and she did this hing with the '50's look with the cardigan and pearls. So I felt her sweater and decided I had to have a top of the line cashmere sweater.
Boyfriend A could not choose a color.
Boyfriend B could not choose a style.
Boyfriend C could not choose a size.
Remebmer that Sharon STone scene in the Muse, with the Tiffany boxes? Yeah, that was my life for like, 5 years. Maybe 7. I never bought a gift, I simply gave away from my hoard.

Customers reported similar failings, But here, have some jewels.

ANd I learn, that cashmere is the underbelly of a goat. Even if I ate meat, and wore animal skins, I am not sure I'd want to wear the underbelly of a goat.
EEEWWWWW. Mind you, I have *pet* the underbelly of a goat many times.