To feel irritated by invites to Pampered Chef parties?

[WashwithCare]

or tupperware or candles parties or Usborne books or whatever it is this time...

Yes, I know I could politely refuse, but I always end up feeling obligated to go, because it is my neighbour, or DD's best mate's Mum, or the Mum is feeling weepy or looking for some sort of specific favour from me...(usually canapes)....

So there I am, again, on one of my rare nights out, and I'm not sipping wine and eating olives in a fashionable bar whilst discussing politics - I'm sitting in someone's kitchen, listening to a lecture about the quality of the wax, whilst the display of hand painted candle holders flickers away in the corner. Then although there is apparently no obligation to buy, I will then feel obliged to spend 20 minutes dicussing the quality of the hand painting/perfume/ingenuity of this AMAZING kitchen gadget before orderng £35 "worth" of stuff I could have bought in IKEA for £3.50.

If people want to throw a party, why not just buy a wine box and a packet of peanuts and invite people to talk to each other. They don't even have to clear up before hand - I wouldn't mind. Remember, like we used to when we were students?

AIBU?

Where is the party Chippingin?
I so much need a raisin slicer.

Colliecross - email me your address and I'll get you one tonight and post it to you.

and an apple melter

Pampered chef people call them 'shows'....snirk.

Oh sure - no bother! I have heard they do a great banana peeler - if it looks any good I'll pick you up one of those too!!

Can you tell I'm going to find it very hard to take this poor woman seriously. I've had to promise my friend to behave myself

Banana peeler? They sell fingers?

Yes, no giggling tonight at the show.

The apple melter, banana peeler and raisin slicer must all match please and be Madagascan Vanille and not boring tired old cream or beige.

Collie - I'll keep that in mind

Trillian - how crass to use ones fingers.

I have been to poncey Cambridge dinners where there is a course called 'dessert' which is totally separate from the pudding and one eats fruit with a knife and fork.

It's rather fun actually. Or maybe I was just drunk at the time. Perhaps both

moondog I cried with laughter. Snort. Last virgin party I was at I spent a fortune and have no recollection of how I got home - only proof of my being at the party being the far too full order form :-(

That's the modus operandi - get folk who felt obliged to attend drunk as skunks and flog em stuff they wld not consider in the cold light of day.
Still have no idea how I got home.
Still have not used the crap I purchased.
Such a mug.

Never again .....