This made me laugh because sometimes my mom will bring me a blouse she has bought me. I say thank you then hang it up. After I think she has forgotten about it...I cut it up if I like the fabric. I use it in my scrappy quilt blocks or my potholders. Our tastes are so different. Sometimes it's just clothes from her closet that..."if you ( meaning me) lose some weight, you can wear this." I've tried telling her to please not buy me any clothes, but she still does.
Oh well, I've gotten some nice fabric out of it. haha
By the way, my mom is 77 and I'm 59 and she still treats me like a kid. haha