Yeah - as I said, take a good idea and use it till every one is screaming at you to move on. And then resist because you always look pretty good in shadow!
I was in Hobbycraft about 10 days ago - because Miss Dunnit needed to go to Staples and that is over the road, see - innocent of the charge of manipulating the location, Your Honour. And there was this piece of paper. It's one of two pieces that I took home with me from that trip. I had picked up one of their 'how to' leaflets which described a lovely advent calendar made from little tins with clear lids. I was very charmed by the idea and walked around looking for the tins. I couldn't find them. Eventually, when Miss Dunnit started with the 'can we go now' and getting silly with her chum (OK, she didn't 'can we go now', but they were getting silly and making me feel that I should hurry....and I hate that!), I sent them to look for the tins. Kept 'em quiet for a while. Although I could actually hear them shouting to each other from opposite ends of the same aisle. Cringe. Try to remember that she's 18. Eighteen!! They couldn't find them either. And then I looked properly at the idea sheet and it referred to the tins as 'wedding favours'. So I beetled to the wedding section and blow me - the tins are there, not loose for the help yourself-ness type shopping, no. In a pack of 25. Handy. Sling it in basket, nonchalantly approach till with 2 pieces of paper and pack of tins. Oh boy, I'm SO getting ready for the season, I'm SO going to be prepared and knock down organised. Well, knock down is the appropriate choice of phrase. The tins did not come home with me on account of the £26.95 price tag. ($41 bucks, give or take) Yikes. I don't need another advent calendar that badly, and at that price, no-one I give it to will appreciate the enormity of the gift! So, I came home and made a nice LO of me and him again with a £1 piece of paper. This time under Spanish sun. It's appropriate really, to feature Mr Dunnit with this story. I think the moral compass that prevents me spending that sort of money on a bunch of empty tins might very well be the glue that keeps us together!