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The Mother’s Day Gift Guide: What NOT To Buy (And What She Actually Wants)
Look, we love you, truly, but I’m envisioning the gift wrap, the last minute panic buys and unfortunately even the imaginary presents that you forgot at home… But here I am, as a bestie, fellow diva, to intervene before you do the same thing you do every year — repeat the process, if you will.
Here’s your official guide to what not to get Mum this Mother’s Day. You’re welcome. Maybe it’s backwards, but this way you can at least steer clear of the main contenders for a Mother’s Day gift.
She has seventeen. Four of them are still in the box. Two of them are from you, specifically, from previous years. She will smile, say “oh I love this scent,” hold it up like she’s never seen a candle before, and place it directly onto the candle shelf of shame. It will never be lit. It will outlive us all (it’s the harsh truth).
Is she cold? Maybe. Does she need another robe? Absolutely not (unless it’s a homey robe). Unless you are prepared to do a full audit of her existing robe situation and can confirm with confidence that there is a genuine, measurable gap in the market, step away from the robe. Step far, far away.
Nothing says “I thought of you at the checkout on the way over” quite like a gift card. Here’s the thing about gift cards: they are not a gift. They are homework. You have essentially handed Mum a task and called it a celebration. She now has to remember she has it, find somewhere it works, and spend it before it expires. You’ve just made Mother’s Day her problem.
Okay, flowers are lovely. Truly. Beautiful for approximately four days, after which they are just sad water and stems sitting on the bench — and now someone has to deal with that (I wonder who). You gave Mum a chore with a three-day grace period.
You’re probably wondering where I was going when I’m telling you what not to buy — like who wants to read that guide? But here you go, the best advice you shall receive, the best gift idea money can buy.
Something she’d never think to buy herself. Something she’ll actually remember come December. Something that — and stay with us here — involves making fresh pasta from scratch, a glass of wine in hand, and an afternoon where someone else does the dishes for once (thanks, cheffie).
Our Mother’s Day Pasta Making Masterclass is $89 per person and it is, objectively, the antidote to every bad gift on this list. She’ll learn a proper skill, eat extremely well, and spend a few hours doing something that is entirely, completely, gloriously for her. No cellophane. No expiry date. No shelf of shame.
Book it before you end up back at that chemist display stand. We’re begging you. But just in case: if it plugs in and its sole purpose is to clean something, it is not a gift. It is a cry for help.
