You know one of the things I love about Christmas? The sales that come after them. Sales of Christmas wreaths, particularly.
Let me digress here for a minute. Many of you are familiar with my anti-Lincraft raves (check here and here if you're interested) - and today I have another annoyance to add to the list. For most of the Christmas period I was searching for a plain foam wreath, so that I could decorate it in the method of my choosing.
Perhaps something like these?
So I gave up on the idea of a new Christmas wreath, and My One True Love and the Amateur Actress made do with this one from last year, which I made out of old fabric scraps and a wire coathanger.
At any rate, I posted here about the great lack of wreaths in my life, and wouldn't you know it, it was my FATHER who commented to tell me that Spotlight had them in stock. Sigh. If only I'd asked him on the bloody phone months beforehand! However, the moment for wreaths had clearly passed by then, so I didn't rush out to Spotlight to buy one and decorate it in time to hang it for five minutes. No, I had Too Many Markets to do instead. So I forgot about it.
Then of course My One True Love and I spent Christmas in the country with my parents, and a trip with my mother to whichever local fabric shop is on sale on Boxing Day is part of the Christmas tradition. In Melbourne, that means Clegs. In the country, that means Spotlight.
So mum and I rocked up to Spotlight about a minute after the doors opened, and I veritably swooped on the foam wreaths. Swooped, I tell you! Foam wreaths on special at 75% off! I bought eleven at $2.50 each instead of $10 apiece. Eleven - a new one for our house, and ten for the market stalls I'll have near Christmas this year.
I am very smug and proud. Spotlight, I love you. I never thought I'd say that.