Giving things fancy names...

[ForTheSakeOfFuck]

We've been soldiering through a bit of a financial tight spot for some time now, so to cheer ourselves up, we have a running family in-joke of giving things fancy names to make whatever it is sound better than the tiresomely penny-pinching reality. For instance, we're going for the discounted ugly fruit and veg so we call it "artisan produce". Most of our clothes are coming from charity shops and village hall sales at the moment so we describe them as "free-range clothes". And we have a crappy corner of the garden that is almost impossible to mow, so we've given up trying and now call it the "meadow". It could have a trolley carcass in there by now for all I know.

Am I alone in this? Anyone have any other little gems that I might shamelessly steal?

Love this thread, fun!

My dad used to do the opposite when people used to try and make themselves posher than they really were! Eg translate menus in posh restaurants into matter of fact descriptions. Eg consommés 'battery oversalted soup'

Argh autocorrect! Wattery (Scots accent helps)

Similar thing on a recent thread - in the style of Hyacinth Bouquet, one woman had a neighbour called Mrs. O'Nion

I know people who call Streatham 'St. Reatham'

We have a summer house - kids old play house.

Lol zingdrama that's definately our spare room -bag in the corner with next year's cheapo Xmas wrap-

All mine and DHs word a for stuff are from American sitcoms haha.

I'm from Sheffield too and worked at Meadowhall for a good few years. Everyone calls it MeadowHell lol. It's not all that bad! I like Hall of Meadows

My folks have always had a gym (treadmill in the spare room) but yesterday I discovered they had a library! (Book Shelves in the dining room!)

New look -la boutique de nouveau visage.

On nights when there was only soup or egg & chips for dinner, I used to announce a Day in Aid of World Poverty.

When I was growing up we wore mostly second hand clothes.

Whenever anyone asked her if something she was wearing was new she replied 'new to me'.

Saw my lovely elderly neighbour pottering around in his tiny garden. He called cheerfully over the hedge 'Morning! Just surveying the estate'

I have been known to ask DH to collect lunch from the farm. (Old) McDonald's.

That reminds me. We often 'check the perimeter fences' whilst 'walking the boundary' -in our little garden.- I often mention to DH that 'the staff have the day off today' -in other words, get off yer arse & get it done-

I am happiest when living in a fantasy world anyway, so I'm sure there are lots more examples my brain can't find right now.

Too early to manage the complexities of full stops & strikeouts clearly

When we were young and poor, we would frequently have heated up leftovers for dinner. My mother called it "resurrection"

I do love my Monsoon and Laura Ashley clothes (bought for less than a £5 from ebay...most still with tags on!)

I couldn't afford to even look at these shops! Love ebay.

I have a lean-to which is 'the conservatory'. Actually it is a conservatory but so poorly built and thought out that we just use it to store our bikes and animal feed.

oh yes - as a child we used to have 'sandwiches like the Queen has' - basically with the crusts cut off.

These had to be eaten with a little finger in the air while talking 'posh'

We only had them because my mum HAD to cut the crusts off - they where mouldy

My parents have a large porch mainly glass at the front of the house when they bought the house back in 80,s my mum used to lovingly refer to it as the conservatory it is large as porches go but you certainly can't sit in it comfortably and if you did you would be surrounded by bags ,shoes etc.

My kitchen windowsill has a plant on and it's sunny so it's the conservatory. The resident feline is the Pest Control Expert.

I am so having "perimeter fences" now...I think the orchard warrants that.

Love this thread- Cajun and "fusion" 😄

Before they knocked it through, my parents' tatty bit of corridor between house and garage door was the lobby

We recently revamped our heating, so the airing cupboard no longer contains a massive boiler. It's been shelved and is now The Room Of Requirement or dh's office

This is a really fun thread. I now have a library, we ate Cajun fusion food last night, and most of my furniture is upcycled :)
I feel posh now :)

Our previous house had a large brick built shed /outhouse at end of garden, with electricity but not plumbing.
The estate agent referred to it a a potential granny flat.
I suppose granny could pop out and use compost heap as loo

My friends mum has a game to make food shopping fun. she basically goes up to a member of staff and in her poshest accent asks them where they keep the cab-arge or the let-youse or the caw-Lee-flowerrrr. Just to see broad Yorkshire fruit and veg stackers in morrisons get a bit confused .