In a pickle… Buying gifts for difficult people.

Mr Woog is very hard to buy gifts for. He just isn’t into “stuff”. Sometimes I will present him with a gorgeous lambswool jumper, or a book I think he might like and he will give me the courtesy of making all the right grateful noises, but I know that he knows that he could totally live without it.

So with his birthday coming up, I really really wanted to get him a good gift. I cannot just waltz into David Jones and get something. Because he is what could be described as a mixture of eccentric and eclectic.

So far the gifts that he has loved the most are a wooden doorstop with a bronze pig on it.

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And an old art deco shelf thing for books. Pictured here with his treasured Hungarian Tapestry…..

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He loves this little antique freestanding mirror, pictured here with the piggy doorstop, which he uses each morning to check for nose hairs before he goes to work in the big smoke.

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And he is absolutely obsessed with this…

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Which is a cookbook developed by 6 women who get together every Monday and cook excellent looking Jewish food. This book can be found on the coffee table, on his bedside table or next to the dunny. I believe by now he must know every recipe off by heart, although ironically, he has never cooked anything from it.

Maybe because he is not a member of the sisterhood. Perhaps that is what is holding him back.

But yesterday, ladies and gentleman (Hi Noel from Auckland!) I believe I found something that might just become the best gift yet!.

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Hailed as perhaps the best pickle in the world, I bought the biggest mofo jar of them, EVER!

I lugged it home. I could not wait. I presented him with his glass bucket of dill pickles in sea salt and he positively SQUEALED WITH DELIGHT! Squealed like a little bronze piggy doorstop. There might have even been a little hand clapping.

Which proves my philosophy, that no matter how hard someone is to buy for, it is always better to receive a vast amount of pickles, that to give them.

Do you find men hard to buy for?

What are your failsafe options?