The real deal. Even the original packaging. Ah ha. Proof that my parents ARE reading this blog, since I waxed nostalgic about those fiber optics a few posts back:
I drifted back to my childhood, laying under our Christmas tree, and the mysterious fiber optic lights. Like tufts of glowing grass, their little dots of light at the tips glowed at me, and I was in love.
Aren't they pretty? AdRi looks at them like they're from another planet. She doesn't understand the magnetic qualities of fiber optic lights. There's a new grass I've seen at the plant sales the last few years, called fiber optics. They're pretty tufts with little seed bumps on their end. I'm so getting one next spring. Oh, and it should be noted that when my brother heard I had been given the fiber optic lights, he shit a brick. Ha! They're mine, sucker. All mine. In the spirit of the holidays they're mine, of course. Happy holidays!