Taste Levels

My Dear Fellow,

This candle holder thingy is in our flat. Er Indoors bought it. On purpose.

Look, I'm not one to lecture anyone about taste. I choose clothes based purely on whether they look comfortable enough to sleep in. My favourite film is about giant killer worms threatening Kevin Bacon. My ipod has a scary amount of Boney M on it.

But I have to say. I'm not sure about the dragon's foot candle holder thingy.

L came round for dinner on Saturday and she was more vocal about it. "Dear god, what's that bloody chicken's foot thing?" she asked. When Er Indoors explained that it had been ordered from a very cool and exclusive website, L said, "That IS a cool website. How did you find the chicken foot thing on THERE??"

L then went on to complain that it looked like it was clinging to the mantelpiece because of the "toenail overhang situation".

I should explain that Er Indoors is on a mission to buy cool stuff to take to NZ with us this Autumn. I'm not against this sort of thing in principle, although I do worry how much "cool stuff" is going to arrive in the flat. For example, you will note that the dragon foot candle holder thing doesn't have a candle.

Yet.

I am sure when we are ensconced in our new place it will look great, because Er Indoors always makes things look great. But even if not, I'm going to put aside some space in our new house for me, where I shall sit lounging in pseudo-pyjamas, listening to "Brown Girl in the Ring".

I do not have taste, is what I'm trying to say. Except in friends.

El P.