

I appreciate that tablet may be a mystery to anyone not Scottish. So to save any confusion, the tablet I'm talking about has nothing to do with medicine. Or health. In fact, it's pretty much the anti-health, being basically made entirely of sugar, condensed milk and butter. It is brittle but still has a sort of fudgey element, and good homemade tablet is grainy when it dissolves in your mouth (the commercial stuff can be too smooth for my tastes). I think it goes without saying that is is rich and tooth-rottingly sweet, but it's incredible...especially with a nice cup of coffee.
Anyway, I've gone off in a tangent from what I set out to write. Although the rest of the goodie bag wasn't as exciting, at least going to collect it finally got me off my bum to book an appointment to look at the dresses in the shop. They have two Ronald Joyce ones in particular that made my heart kind of flip when I saw them at the recent Loch Lomond Wedding Show (I should warn you that the page has a video that starts on load-up...a video which the back of my head is in!). But I've already done my research and I know designers like Joyce are totally out of my budget. And I don't mean my financial budget...I could probably stretch to that if I raided the savings. But my moral budget just screams "are you serious?! For a dress? For a dress you wear once? Really?" And whilst I know it's the dress...I'm the type of girl who baulks at spending more than £20 on a pair of jeans, even when I know I'd wear them to death. To spend hundreds or even thousands of pounds on one item - no matter how important an item it has been hyped up to be - is just insanity to me. The whole wedding industry disgusts me in how willing they are to take advantage of people and encourage ridiculous overspends. Whilst I appreciate that a lot more goes in to a wedding dress than it does to a £5 t-shirt, I am sceptical that the mark-up is relative. And though no doubt I will feel incredible for one day in £1,000 worth of dress, I would feel pretty crappy afterwards when I realised that the cost of that one outfit could have funded a family holiday. I have to keep that thought in mind, even when I try on the dress...that no dress could be totally "me" unless it suited my moral ideals as well as my body shape.
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