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Friday, July 6, 2012
A wedding dress to wipe away the tears
I’m getting married in April. I know, I know. A spring wedding – it’s going to be lovely.
But before you get too carried away, you should know that I’m not exactly going to be CoverGirl bride.
This is because my boyfriend – fiancé, I mean – it’s so hard to get used to, even if I do like saying it... Anyway, my fiancé has said that he has come up with a brilliant idea to save money.
“What, my love, share a car, and put you on my woman driver insurance?” I asked.
“No, sweet, silly pants,” he said. “Make your wedding dress out of toilet paper.”
“You nasty, nasty man.” I said. “Making cruel jokes when you know I’m going to be the most beautiful bride ever. You already said that, remember.”
But he was serious. Completely serious. He says that a woman in the US has recently won a prize for crafting a wedding dress out of toilet paper.
Naturally, my first thought was, no way! Not in a million years!
But having looked at the garment in question, it’s, well... exquisite.
The problem is, we don’t have a designer and there’s no way I’m going to let my fiancé design and stitch it himself, as he claims he’s going to do. No way!
But before you get too carried away, you should know that I’m not exactly going to be CoverGirl bride.This is because my boyfriend – fiancé, I mean – it’s so hard to get used to, even if I do like saying it... Anyway, my fiancé has said that he has come up with a brilliant idea to save money.
“What, my love, share a car, and put you on my woman driver insurance?” I asked.
“No, sweet, silly pants,” he said. “Make your wedding dress out of toilet paper.”
“You nasty, nasty man.” I said. “Making cruel jokes when you know I’m going to be the most beautiful bride ever. You already said that, remember.”
But he was serious. Completely serious. He says that a woman in the US has recently won a prize for crafting a wedding dress out of toilet paper.
Naturally, my first thought was, no way! Not in a million years!
But having looked at the garment in question, it’s, well... exquisite.
The problem is, we don’t have a designer and there’s no way I’m going to let my fiancé design and stitch it himself, as he claims he’s going to do. No way!
Photo © exfordy via Flickr, under Creative Commons Licence
Labels: wedding, woman driver insurance
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Love me, love Marmite. Hate Marmite, hate me.
I once had a boyfriend who hated Marmite so much that he said he couldn’t look at me while I was eating it. In fact, as he would refuse to kiss me goodbye as I left for work in the mornings, citing Marmite breath, it could be said that his distaste for the sticky brown stuff actually contributed to the decline of our relationship.
In the days when I could still find his every word funny or fascinating I once laughed when he said over breakfast one morning that if ever he became Prime Minister the first thing he’d do would be to introduce a ban on Marmite. You’ll never go into politics, I thought, you’re not boring enough.
Well, within a couple of years he had managed to disillusion me and become completely bland and colourless, so perhaps he has gone into politics after all, although surprisingly it must have been in Denmark. I deduce this because it has emerged that the country has banned Marmite from its nation’s shelves on the grounds that it contains added Vitamins.
Love it or hate it, a ban seems wrong, doesn’t it?
Up until now I’ve only ever said I’ll never holiday in places where I can’t get adequate woman driver insurance – I like the freedom and adventure of being able to drive a car when I’m on holiday – but I certainly won’t be going on holiday in Denmark until the ban is reversed – I just don’t feel right in the mornings if I haven’t had a marmite bagel for breakfast and I’m not prepared to endure a custodial sentence for international marmite smuggling crimes.
Well, within a couple of years he had managed to disillusion me and become completely bland and colourless, so perhaps he has gone into politics after all, although surprisingly it must have been in Denmark. I deduce this because it has emerged that the country has banned Marmite from its nation’s shelves on the grounds that it contains added Vitamins.
Love it or hate it, a ban seems wrong, doesn’t it?
Up until now I’ve only ever said I’ll never holiday in places where I can’t get adequate woman driver insurance – I like the freedom and adventure of being able to drive a car when I’m on holiday – but I certainly won’t be going on holiday in Denmark until the ban is reversed – I just don’t feel right in the mornings if I haven’t had a marmite bagel for breakfast and I’m not prepared to endure a custodial sentence for international marmite smuggling crimes.
Image © geishaboy500 via Flickr, under Creative Commons Licence
Labels: car, woman driver insurance
Friday, March 11, 2011
Loving and hating internet shopping
It’s funny the way we all want the best of both worlds.
For example, I’m a real foodie and like nothing more than searching out the best ingredients and turning them into a riot of taste and colour on the plate.
For example, I’m a real foodie and like nothing more than searching out the best ingredients and turning them into a riot of taste and colour on the plate.As such, I sometimes claim to hate the supermarkets and deride them as soulless, impersonal and eerily alike to each other. Yet. I also love them for their ease and convenience and can get withdrawal symptoms when I’m on holiday in places where I have to deal solely with the kinds of independent grocers that, at home, I like to champion.
I want the best of both worlds from my husband too, the poor soul – I want him to earn money and look after me but I also want him to give me space and let me be an independent career woman. Yes, darling, I understand this is very probably why you “never get it right”.
I’m also like this with internet shopping. Yes, I love the way it levels the playing field and democratises the selling process, but I also miss the human interaction and tangible experience that I used to get from going out and buying things directly from shops
Nowadays, if I want to buy a book, a film, a mattress, a car – anything – I don’t just go to the high street and buy the first thing I see, I actually get to compare items from literally hundreds of vendors until I’ve found the right product at the right price. And although I get a cheap deal, is it possible to put a value on the human exchanges I’m missing out on?
One area where I’m certainly glad it’s possible to shop online is the car insurance market. No longer do I have to phone broker after broker and insurer after insurer looking for a cheap quote for woman driver insurance (the kind of human exchange I can do without), like CoverGirl’s customers I just do it online, in minutes, which gives me more time and money to do things that I love – hurray!
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Labels: internet shopping, online, woman driver insurance