15 Gifts With Packaging That Turned Out to Be More Exciting Than What Was Inside

Winter holidays help us discover hidden skills and talents, be it with house-cleaning, cooking, or wrapping presents. Some creative individuals manage to turn even the most trivial gifts into masterpieces. In such cases, this inspired packaging proves to be more interesting than the present itself.

We at Bright Side appreciate all things expressive and original. So today, we present you with 15 creations from people who transform the task of wrapping gifts into a special kind of art.

“I have a talent for wrapping gifts in misleading ways!”

“My grandma decorates wrapping paper with hand-drawn patterns!”

“I’ve just finished wrapping a gift for my sis. The outward shape is a ruse — there’s a necklace inside!”

“I guess this is the start of a new tradition. This year, I wrapped the presents in the colors of my favorite flags!”

“My wife’s present to me — whatever is inside, I hope it survives until tomorrow!”

“I’m finally done wrapping the present for my brother. He’ll sure be surprised to find it’s a toolset!”

“Each New Year, my brother and I compete to give the most difficult-to-open gift.”

“This time, I wrapped his present in concrete!”

“This Christmas, I used old maps as wrapping paper for the presents. Quite pleased with the results!”

“My idea of gift-wrapping a couple of concert tickets…”

“No wrapping paper on hand? No problem! I used cardboard grocery bags and metallic markers!”

“I bought my girlfriend’s parents a gift for Christmas and managed to wrap it like this!”

“Each year, I wrap the last present with the leftovers of other gifts’ wrappings.”

“Mom, are you proud of me now?!”

“These are my friend’s presents for his wife. The left package contains perfume, and the right one, a sweater.”

“I’m 23. I can rebuild a car engine from scratch and make unique spare parts for it. I can drive anything that has a steering wheel. But I’m really lousy at wrapping Christmas gifts!”

And what about you — do you like giving presents to your loved ones? Do you have any cool gift-wrapping tales to share?

My Maid of Honor Declined to Wear the Dress I Selected for Her – Her Alternative Outfit at My Wedding Astonished Me

When Jessie’s maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didn’t pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emily’s shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.

Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It should’ve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, let’s just say it became a story for the ages — and not in a good way.

Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman I’d chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possible…

Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Emily’s a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But there’s this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her — she’s a tad competitive.

It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about grades—who could snag the highest GPA.

Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we “competed” at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.

Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.

We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.

And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind who’d be my maid of honor—Emily, obviously.

Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.

The bridesmaids’ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.

The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.

But as soon as she saw the dress I’d picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at arm’s length like it was some kind of contagious disease.

“Uh, Jess,” she mumbled, “I don’t think I can wear this.”

“What? Why not?” I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress we’d all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.

“This color just washes me out,” she whined. “I’ll look like a ghost in it.”

Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to “winning.”

“Come on, Em,” I tried to reassure her, “it’s the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.”

But she wasn’t having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldn’t possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.

My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just don’t want any drama, right? So, I caved.

I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping she’d at least choose something that wouldn’t clash with the whole lavender theme.

Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect — the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.

Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.

Then came Emily’s turn.

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