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So, what to do about the in-home "party" invitations that come my way?
My friend Karen asked me to join her and our other friend Tina last night at a "jewelry party" at Karen's sister-in-law's house. I was glad to accept, as I like to hang out with Karen and Tina, and I figured, well, jewelry, there's got to be something there I'll like, right?
Well, the jewelry was pretty enough, just not my style. And my holiday shopping was done. Of course, everyone says "No pressure, no pressure," but, me being me, I don't need anyone to put pressure on me. Oh, no. I handle that all very nicely on my own, thanks.
I ended up saying "Very pretty, but not for me," and leaving empty-handed, but it was hard, and I felt bad.
That's better than I did at last month's Pampered Chef party. Why I went to that, I don't know, except that it was kitchen stuff, so I thought I'd find something I'd like. You know, it also was just not for me. That one, I didn't manage to say No, thank you, and, $32 later, I left with some small decorative cookie/garnish cutters and a thing that's supposed to seal a sandwich without crusts, but doesn't work. I don't know. I don't need gadgets, and my pots and knives are better than anything they have to sell, so that party was the beginning and the end of my relationship with my Pampered Chef consultant.
And, the month before that, my friend Tina became a Mary Kay consultant, and invited me to her big launch party, and I did say No, thank you to that one and just didn't go. I really am pretty arcane-brand-loyal when it comes to my cosmetics and skin care. But, again, I felt bad.
So, ultimately, the moral of the story seems to be that, when I get these invitations, I end up feeling bad! Either I don't go, and feel I've let a friend down, or I go and buy something I don't really want, or I go and don't buy anything and now we're back to the whole letting my friend down thing again. Feh.
How does everyone else handle these invitations?
On the other hand, I had a fine time out with Karen and Tina. We went to the party and left quickly and then went out for a dink and it sure had been a while since I'd done that.
I say next time we skip the party and get straight to the partying.
Posted by volfie at December 4, 2003 01:38 PMI had a Tupperware party two years ago, right after I got laid off. It was hilarious, and I needed Tupperware. I relate this only because I'm feeling smug about not having endured any other retail parties.
Posted by: Molly on December 4, 2003 10:42 PMIt's funny, Molly, but a Tupperware party is the one kind of party that I wish someone would invite me to. I love my cake taker, and I'd get something else...see, that's USEFUL.
Posted by: terry on December 5, 2003 07:37 AMOurs was actually a hoot. The one thing I didn't buy and wish I had? The cake taker.
Posted by: Molly on December 5, 2003 10:33 PMha! we adore the cake taker, but there's also a container they make that's super-useful — it's a large, tall rectangular affair with a lid that flips open at the top, making a very large opening. we use it for rice. just flip top open, dip your measuring implement in, flip top closed, et voilą.
how gay am i?
Posted by: julie on December 6, 2003 11:45 AMjulie, you are way gay. tupperware also makes a thing that's like the cake-taker, but rectangular, for sheet cakes, and it has little compartments for cupcakes. that's my next tupperware purchase. either that or the devilled egg-taker.
Posted by: terry on December 6, 2003 12:36 PM