Tupperbeware

Okay, so the first (and probably last) thing I ever bought from Tupperware arrived today. It involved a Tupperware party Which Shall Not Be Spoken About, suffice to say it was not to be spoken about (even though it was rather amusing, but you, dear reader are not to be privy to that amusement). But I am willing to say that I have always fondly remembered the ice-block moulds from Tupperware we had when I was a child.

So it made sense for me when I saw that these were on sale that I should buy some. And apparently they won't be made for the next Summer season. Not that I'll really have an interest in other Tupperware items, or obtaining a multitude of ice-block moulds.

I've already looked at them suspiciously, thinking, "When will the little sticks and lids go missing..?"

Which is promptly followed by, "This lifetime guarantee thing better work."

To be honest, I find Tupperware a little creepy and a lot over-priced. It's just plastic. Plastic boxes. Why would you pay more than $100 for a few plastic boxes? If you were going to bury someone in Tupperware, it'd probably be cheaper to buy a gold-plated coffin inlaid with the souls of the innocents.

Maybe I fail to understand the lure of Tupperware with its siren song of snapping lids due to not being overly domestic. Oh, I can cook, clean, sew, host dinner parties, paint, embroider, play the harpsichord (very ill indeed), speak a number of languages and kill spiders all by myself.

But I've never felt like a home-maker. The desire for complete matching china, crystal, serving ware, silver, chintz, throw cushions, husband, children, etc has never overtaken me. I like to have my house clean and things organised, but it's also not the end of the world if it's not. I love cooking, but not all the time. I'm not overly concerned about the containers in the cupboard that house flour, sugar and so on match (although they do - I can't resist vintage canisters).

So who knows where this Tupperware rebellion arose from.

I do know, though, that I don't appreciate being pestered to host Tupperware parties (although I could be tempted if Aunt Barbara did one - see Aunt Barbara's "Is A Tupperware Party Right For Me?" to see what I mean). It makes me feel like I'm being forced into a snap-lock, fridge-fresh version of Amway.

And yet, here I am with Tupperware ice-block moulds.

Plus a free melon-baller (which my friend Michael joked about before knowing I'd actually received one - psychic, that boy) and a Tupperware keyring that's one of their Go Flex (TM) things, which has about enough room in it for the morals of a politician.