Correct attire does not include…


At least not in one particular Tesco supermarket in Cardiff – as reported by the BBC today.

This will please my mother immensely. Recently, my sister and I seem to have had a number of conversations with her regarding some peoples’ habit of going to the shops in nightwear. Apparently, this is something she sees quite a lot of in Belfast and it disturbs her.

It’s not an uncommon sight in Bermondsey either. In fact, just the other Saturday when I was forced into work, I passed a woman on the high street clad in both a dressing gown and a pair of PJ’s tucked into pseudo Uggs whilst clutching a bottle of milk and some bread. Logic would suggest that going to all the effort of getting dressed just to buy breakfast ingredients (perhaps even for breakfast in bed) is rather pointless.

I know for a fact that my sister’s done it. In her student days (so she tells me) it was common practise to head down to the local Tesco Express of an evening to buy ice cream when already ready for bed. [On the way she’d pass other students on their way out clubbing, I guess that’s just the way my sister rolled…]

Ultimately, this illustrates the fact that there is a fine line between nightwear and loungewear. I’d define the latter as clothes which one wears at home, purely to relax in – they’re comfortable but not generally items of clothing you’d wear in public. I’ve got a drawer full of such items: jogging bottoms; old t-shirts; hoodies; vest tops – fine for hanging out in but not much more. At the same time, I’ve got some gorgeously comfy PJs which at this time of year may as well replace loungewear because it’s cold and quite frankly I’d prefer to spend time in bed. Also, if you’re of a Jack Wills persuasion (makers of some of the loveliest ‘loungewear’) and can justify spending over £50 on pyjama bottoms (!!) then you’d want to get them out in public, surely??

Would I go out to the shops in PJs? Probably not. I walk up to the ‘nice’ toilets at Greenbelt in them, but quite frankly, in that context anything looks fairly normal. Actually, I wouldn’t even pop round to my friend’s house (30 secs away) in them, partly because he’d laugh at me and partly because it would feel odd. In fact, last night I was already in my PJs when he called and invited me round to meet his new boyfriend and had to do a very swift change back into normal attire – definitely not an occasion to be in nightwear.

Tesco need to get a life. I’d be more concerned about the people not wearing footwear (ewww) or those wearing so little they’re in danger of catching hypothermia if they spend too long in the freezer aisle. But PJ’s offensive and embarassing? I think not.
If popping out in your PJs floats your boat, do it I say and all power to you. You’re a braver soul than I.

How much is too much?

I’m referring (of course) to High School Musical merchandising.

It’s been around for a while, and in some ways I kind of enjoy it, but last night in Tesco I saw something that really took the biscuit:

Yes, that’s right, HSM3 Kitchen Roll (courtesy of eviltwin on flickr).

You know what’s worse? I bought it. It’s half-price at the moment (making it the cheapest available), obviously they misunderstood the target audience.

Thing is, I was actually looking for HSM stuff in Tesco – as a present for Doris who turns 7 next week. (I was instructed to buy her anything HSM related as she’s obsessed, but I think she’d draw the line at kitchen roll.) As much as I might find kitchen roll, mini-rolls, socks, cakes and ready meals (I kid you not) bizarre, there are some tie-ins out there that are downright disturbing.
  • Like mini cheerleading outfits for 6 year olds, complete with teeny-tiny skirts and pom-poms.
  • Make-up sets with themed lip-glosses for each female character.
  • A make-up bag masquerading as a pencil case.
In the end, today I was torn between HSM leg-warmers, HSM Top Trump cards and HSM shades. The final choice was a slightly random toy locker (complete with photo of Troy inside the door) with mini toiletries. Doris should like it and it’ll probably be way quieter than the microphone she got for Christmas.

Pretty bags for life

Yesterday I had a joyous weekday day off – a rare occurrance – which was made slightly less joyous by a trip to the ‘local’ (i.e. miles away) Royal Mail sorting office for a letter that couldn’t be found…

Anyway, my trip wasn’t totally fruitless as I was able to visit Tesco. I truly know my life is dull when using a non-Asda supermarket for my grocery shopping is an exciting event. I was obviously meant to go to Tesco as they had special offers on Diet Coke and low-fat Ben&Jerrys – two key ingredients for a joyous day off.

But this is all irrelevant (like anything I blog about is actually relevant at all!). The most important thing about my trip to Tesco was that it finally gave me an oppotunity to buy a Cath Kidston Bag for Life. If you’ve not spotted them they are truly lovely – both aesthetic and functional – and made out of 9 500ml plastic bottles. They’re only £3.50 (a proper Cath Kidston bag would set you back just a little bit more!) and 50p from each bag goes towards Marie Curie Cancer Care, bonus.

They are utterly gorgeous and I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t buy the three different designs I saw in my parents’ local Tesco in Belfast a few weeks ago. The earlier designs are now hard to come by, but more are being launched later in the year. For now, I’ll have to console myself with this lovely, capacious stripey one.