In the Rose household, a snapshot of how the (not-so-mighty) have fallen (even further):
The older children, lo these many moons ago, going to gan with a tene and zer:
Ariella, with zer bought from actual flower shop!
And this year, poor Nadav, sent to gan with a sand toy and a lei.
(I would like to point out that I kept that darn red basket, pictured above, for a year, knowing I would need one this year. Sure enough, right before Shavuot, it snuck away, probably with Yaakov's kippot and the package of tissues I could swear was right here two seconds ago. They're hiding somewhere, snickering, and will show themselves only they've been replaced/are no longer needed.)
Wishing you all a happy Shavuot.