Well I’d succeeded in putting bigger wheels on my motorbike so it felt safer and looked cool. But the flat I found myself in was in definite need of much TLC. So between both jobs I’d been accumulating a few tools of my own knowing that they’d come in handy in the future too. So much smarter than borrowing them from a fastidious father who had outlined each tool on his workshop wall.
Mother knew I moved about a bit and preferred ‘practical’ gifts so with Christmas looming she asked me for gift ideas. Easy one, my immediate response was “a tool box please?”
Christmas morning dawned and we were preoccupied with opening our own gifts, they were all piled under the tree and appropriately labelled. Keen to see my new tool box I picked up Mum’s parcel but the light weight and small size was a real mystery … seemed a bit small to fit many tools in. Maybe it was a box of quality screwdrivers or something else useful.
But on opening it I discovered a lovely red velvet jewel box which frankly I had no use for …
another little story for your stocking!
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So funny!
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Disappointing.
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Sad how often we just don’t listen to what people really want!
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When I first read your post, I read that you are were in need of THC instead of TLC. Oops! Luckily, I read it again.
Did you end up putting the jewelry box in your tool box?
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a great climax Kate! your are a wonderful story weaver
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Guess moms expect daughters to like jewel boxes n not toolbox!
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An amusing story, Kate! ❤ Though I had repeatedly told her I was happy with the photos she emails me and didn't want any other Christmas present, my daughter called yesterday to ask me what I wanted for Christmas. I was surprised when she said I was hard to buy for. Would I like some earrings or pajamas, maybe? Earrings. Gold or silver? Silver. It will be interesting to see what she comes up with! 🙂
Thanks for the story. Hope you are enjoying your holiday season. ❤
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Some things get lost in translation…good story.
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Hahaha superb and fun loving story, Kate and so well penned. Keep on writing these lovely stories.
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Yes – disappointment – yet, Mother was so proud of her gift. But what got to me the most was your comment about this being fiction. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known. Well played. 🙂
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HoHo.. and I’m still laughing… a gorgeous story Kate, and cleverly done with a superb finale…
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Well done, I enjoyed the story 😊
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Haha! A jewel box is a tool box for many girls!!
Love the story. 🙂
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Oh, gosh! Geez, Ma! 😉 😀 HA!
Wanting a box named Tool and got a box named Jewel! 😮 Oh, what a memorable Yule! 😛
(I could do more with a tool box than with a jewel box. Might be the tomboy in me. )
Great story, Kate!!! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Hehehehehe! Sorry to laugh but that is a funny story! Tool – jewel…. I can see how that might happen especially with some magical thinking!
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Oh dear..
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Brilliant! made me laugh 🙂
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Two more weeks to go!!
Yes, I enjoy almost everything you write, but there is something special when you tell a story of your childhood, or anything personal.
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A little bit of misheard going, I’d say. (K)
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Maybe Mum is hard of hearing and thought her daughter said JEWEL box instead of TOOL box. It’s nothing to get choked up about — strangler things have happened. 😉
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Oops! Sorry Kate
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I relate to how some loved ones would refuse to see what we really want, who we really are.
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Ooo..Kate
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I did not know, Kate, you were a motorbiker and also a mechanic !! 🙂
Love ❤
Michel
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Kate, I was filled with the anticipation of your expectations. Then . . .
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