Ever since I was a little girl I have always loved gifting - it's one of my love languages. I would always enjoy putting my pennies into the charity swirly whirl y machines and watch the money spiral round and round as it went into the deep black pit at the bottom. As I grew older, I would always want to buy my mum a little something if I went out to the shops, it was often flowers. When I was around thirteen or fourteen, a new gift shop on our local high street emerged and this was when I found my absolute love of gift shops. I adore a trinket or two and if we ever spot one, much to my husbands dismay, I just have to go in and have a little scoot around. When my eldest daughter was in nursery school a mum friend of mine, now one of my best friends, had opened an online gift store and home selling parties were organised, of course I held one at my home, as well as attending craft stalls. I had offered my time to be a helping hand as and when was needed, so one evening I went alon