The Village People came to Prague last weekend. They have only been to Czechland’s capital a handful of times in their lives so it’s always a bit of an event. You can tell it’s a big deal because it’s the only time I’ve ever seen Czechman’s mum wearing eyeshadow.
It’s thanks to the Village People that at 9am on a Saturday found myself anxiously scrubbing my fridge just in case its level of cleanliness didn’t come up to Czech Mum Standards.
The fridge did receive covert inspection later so it’s a good job I did wipe out all the crumbs and give the salad drawer a rinse.
The Village People arrived bright and early (but after I’d finished the fridge fortunately) and of course, they came loaded down with supplies. Here’s a list of what they managed to transport with them on the bus:
- One large box of homemade cake containing approximately twenty portions
- Thirty eggs – no need for us to make the trip over the border to Germany to stock up
- Four sachet of instant coffee (in our house, tea rules – see below)
- One canister of squirty cream to accompany the cake at afternoon svačina time
- Birthday and name day gifts for Czechman and myself – all practical of course, including an egg white separator and a collection of assorted spatulas
Czechman’s mum essentially invited herself as she was keen to see how the renovations are coming along in our flat. We now have new lights in the kitchen, hall and toilet (yes, I gave that a good scrub too) which both Czechman and his parents are very excited about.
When it comes to interior design, Czechman and I have different views. Czechman likes modern. I do too but I prefer to spice up contemporary with a little retro to stop our home becoming some soulless Ikea showroom. On my recent visit to England, instead of splashing out on countless new clothes as usual, I combed the bric-a-brac sections of charity shops and filled up my hand luggage with my booty. Amongst my finds were a selection of mugs celebrating Charles and Diana’s wedding and the Silver Jubilee. At a mere 50p (15kč) each, how could I resist?
The mug in the centre is my personal favourite though.
That slogan is my new mantra.
Czechman wasn’t happy about my purchases in England. “But we already have mugs,” he wailed while I unpacked. “And anyway, you don’t even like the Royal Family.”
However, this low-key moaning was nothing compared to his reaction when I pulled out this set of charming side plates, again purchased for a mere 50p each:
“Ježíš Maria! Why have you bought these? They are exactly like the ones my Grandma has!”
“Don’t you think there’s a reason we sent them out of the country in the first place?” Czechman responds.
Retro, kitsch, vintage, shabby chic – call it what you will but it’s all the rage back in England at the moment in the world of homeware. Czechman cannot embrace this style concept. He claims that just as Picasso had his blue period, I’m having my Grandma period – and that I’ll get over it soon.