This weird thought came after talking to a friend of mine this week, whom I won’t name. I will change some details of the story. This is quite a sensitive topic.
This friend, let’s call her, Geraldine, told me about how she once owned an object from a certain well-known establishment that serves food and drink, and a relative of hers saw this object, assumed my friend, Geraldine, frequented that establishment, and has since given her further objects and vouchers from there. She still has a load of them. She hardly ever goes there. She doesn’t like what they sell, not enough to go there a lot anyway. Let’s say it is McDonalds for the sake of argument. It isn’t, by the way. We laughed about how many McDonalds vouchers she has.
So after hearing this story I thought about all the coffee-table art reference books I have and the penguins another friend of mine accumulated under a mistaken belief by a family member that she liked them. What I want to know is, have we all, at one time or other, mentioned in passing to a family member or friend that we ‘quite like china pigs in dresses’ only to find that on all subsequent birthdays and Christmasses, all we get from said family member or friend is china pigs in cute dresses? Or perhaps we once declared, ‘I need more scarves in my life’ and now we have a wardrobe full of them, unworn?
My husband, for a while, received lots of cook books because when he cooks a meal, he properly cooks, and friends and family noticed this. He doesn’t just cook an old favourite meal when we entertain; he cooks up something new and elaborate. We now have a lot of cookbooks. He likes cookbooks. But he doesn’t cook very often so the amount of cookbooks we own does not correlate well with the use we get out of them. Of course, they are useful for when he does cook, but mostly they gather dust.
I’m infamous for my preference for Terry’s chocolate orange. As a consequence every Christmas I get tonnes of them, and bags of segments, and all sorts of chocolate orange related gifts. They do get eaten and used, eventually. I’m not ungrateful at all. I’m amused (and feeling fat all through January).
Perhaps I need to tell people that I like coffee. If so, I might start getting vouchers for Starbucks or Costa, or even better, my favourite cafe in the whole world at the moment: Ginger & Co.
In fact, this phenomena could be turned into a tactic. If I were to tell one friend I like coffee, another I wear Dr Marten boots, a third that I love book vouchers, a fourth that I’m partial to a bit of red wine now and then, I could be on to a winner.
Come on friends, pay attention, read this blog. I love a nice Merlot and there are no other boots. I could also do with some red velvet shoes. I don’t know why, I just want some.