Talk about life following art.
I made some cakes the other day, and decided to give one to Lisa at the Grizedale office. Without thinking how, I packaged it all up for transport and then looked down upon it.
Greasproof paper and string?! What's wrong with clingfilm?!
I think this may be something they actually have a name for in the method-acting, when you've crossed over a bridge of consciousness into BEING your character (in this case, Ann Guthrie, born 1907).
Or it could just be all the alumnium in those shop-bought cakes kicking in.