Today we found out about a fantastic new(ish) website.
Now if, like me, your Mother, or other relations are really rubbish at presents because they've forgotten how many children you have, and have failed to factor into account that they actually grow in size and development, this is idiot proof!
It's a website to build your Present Wishlist and then email to those retailphobic relatives. Not only that, but the recipients can then click on each item listed, be taken DIRECTLY to the website and item detailed, and then just click add to basket, credit card number and wayhey! the Christmas Shopping is over!
I have set my eldest to the the task of list building already, and she thinks it's fantastic...high praise indeed.
It's fab, I've started one for me and one each for the children. I shall email one to my husband, print it off and then stick it on his John Deere or Pedigree Bull.
No longer will I have to suffer at Christmas!
Never again will I receive a Terrys Chocolate Orange that's four years (FOUR YEARS!!) out of date from my Mother.
No more chocolates that are all melted and stuck to the celophane, from the Tobacco Warehouse in Belgium.
There will be no small pot of Honey for me this year.
Oh the website, almost forgot in my excitment that this year I will get something that's not from Macro or Poundstretcher, here it is: www.gogoblin.co.uk. I urge all children able to control mice to register, just think, no moaning on Christmas morning, no screaming "I didn't want the pink one!"..ahh bliss!
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Hi Frog - you are of course assuming that she will take a look. Here's a foolproof alternative (if indeed you need anything foolier-proof than the website you already found); buy presents for yourself, wrap them up, get her to sign the card. At least then you can be sure your chocolate orange will be in-date...
PS - I so totally sympathise with the den comment on your previous post, by the way!
Oh yes, excellent idea. I do find shopping for Christmas presents just a chore especially when I don't know what to buy.
Happy shopping!
Crystal xx
Now just to prove that the world is indeed a small place, may I tell you that the woman who set the Gogoblin business up, was one of my best mates at school? (I have to say "one of", just in case any of the others are reading this - it being a small world and all that.) We're still in touch.
I'd been planning to do a blog post about Gogoblin myself. You beat me to it. It is a great idea, isn't it? Especially for people who live abroad. In fact, if you click on "What you say about us" on the Gogoblin website, you'll find some of my very own words to that effect...
Oh, what a great idea! I may sign up and pretend to be a child...
This year my Mum and I went shopping together while we were together in Canada and Christimas shopping is sorted out. Just having a nice long catch up on your blog... onwards!
hi frog, i love your descriptions of past presents - are you sure you are not exagerating?! surely your mother can't be THAT bad????
what a great website, will get me tom and betty up and running and email it to the inlaws!
Dear Potty Mummy,
couldn't possibly wrap my own presents from my mother...I would then know (officially) how 'frugal' she is with my gifts.
Thanks Crystal, you too can stick your list on his Tractor!
Good Grief Iota, what a small world it is indeed! I spoke to Becky, she was really lovely. I think they'll do very well with it.
Sparx, I'm impressed and jealous you can go shopping with your Mother, my Mothers' favourite line is "you don't want that!"
You don't have to be a child to use GoGoblin, well, maybe I'm not the best judge of that, I am rather childish and sell party bags for a living...
Elsie Button, have you not read my dear Mother's past buying exploits??
How could you doubt me? I never need to exagerate on this subject, it's absolutely true that I had a Terry's Chocolate Orange that was four years out of date when she gave it to me, and it was my only present (2nd favourite line..."well, I didn't know what you wanted..")!!! I must have been a very bad child or maybe she wanted a boy!
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