Going shopping in your closet: it is a thing. I have not had to buy a gift for anyone since the beginning of Covid life since I keep finding new shit I forgot I owned hiding inside bags in my closet. Just being serious.
Case in point: I was looking for something to re-gift for a friend’s upcoming Birthday when I discovered these awesome Flying Pig String Lights hiding at the bottom of a bag of old tights, of all places. I have a vague memory of receiving them from my sister for Christmas several years ago, and I can guess that the only reason they were not put up in the Chickpad immediately is that I already had a set of Pig String Lights (recently retired to storage) hanging over the exact book shelf where these now reside.
I love these little guys.