As you may have noticed, I have changed the name of the blog to All Things Spice. It's my Twitter username and I think is much more reflective of me. You can find LOADS of blogs that talk about wedding and lifestyle pretty but I have no interest whatsoever in competing with them. To me, they represent the more 'sugar coated' aspects of life. There are some gorgeous photographs on those blogs of weddings that look like illustrations from a fairytale. I remember seeing a version of Cinderella though, long ago where the first scene was the wedding between the Prince and Cinderella, with 'and they lived happily ever after...' and then the play moved on as they actually, you know... show how they, as two people who barely knew each other, could get used to being married to each other and therefore live happily ever after... To me, that's more of what I want to come across in my blogging. Mr Sugar Spice and I may have grown up in the same country, but we have two different cultures (though we did know each other a little longer than dancing at a ball together). I've grown up my whole life getting used to and eventually embracing being part of the two, but to him there is a whole new aspect for him to get used to.
When I first decided to start blogging, it was recommended that I use Blogger, as I am doing, which has been OK, but I have a few friends who are using WordPress for their blogs and I prefer the format over there. So I'm thinking that when I next have a few days off (which believe me, in my line of work is a RARE WONDER), I am probably going to migrate the content of All Things Spice over there. I hope this doesn't annoy anyone too much. I am new to blogging and this has been a learning curve.
I hope nobody minds this. I will keep this site open for some time but, eventually completely move it over to WordPress. I like the look of the pages much better. My good friend Vanessa sent me some excellent tips about why I should move over there and quite frankly, I have never met a word that came out of that woman's mouth that wasn't good sense.
I appreciate that there is no way that this blog will be of interest to everyone. Most people will never have an interracial relationship, although the number is rising. This article on the BBC website just a few days ago showed that in the US last year, 15% of marriages were between couples of different race or ethnicity. This has more than doubled since 1980. Hopefully therefore, my little nice blog-ette will continue to be of interest to those of you who read it.
If anyone has any questions or concerns, please do let me know! :)
I shall end today's post with Cinderella, which I am sure many of you will fondly recall from Roald Dahl's 'Revolting Rhymes.' Enjoy.
I guess you think you know this story. You don't. The real one's much more gory. The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago, And made to sound all soft and sappy just to keep the children happy. Mind you, they got the first bit right, The bit where, in the dead of night, The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all, Departed for the Palace Ball, While darling little Cinderella Was locked up in a slimy cellar, Where rats who wanted things to eat, Began to nibble at her feet.
She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out! The Magic Fairy heard her shout. Appearing in a blaze of light, She said: 'My dear, are you all right?' 'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see 'I feel as rotten as can be!' She beat her fist against the wall, And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball! 'There is a Disco at the Palace! 'The rest have gone and I am jealous! 'I want a dress! I want a coach! 'And earrings and a diamond brooch! 'And silver slippers, two of those! 'And lovely nylon panty hose! 'Done up like that I'll guarantee 'The handsome Prince will fall for me!' The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.' She gave her wand a mighty flick And quickly, in no time at all, Cindy was at the Palace Ball! It made the Ugly Sisters wince To see her dancing with the Prince. She held him very tight and pressed herself against his manly chest. The Prince himself was turned to pulp, All he could do was gasp and gulp. Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck! Ive got to run to save my neck!' The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!' He grabbed her dress to hold her back. As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!' The dress was ripped from head to toe. She ran out in her underwear, And lost one slipper on the stair. The Prince was on it like a dart, He pressed it to his pounding heart, 'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried, 'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride! I'll visit every house in town 'Until I've tracked the maiden down!' Then rather carelessly, I fear, He placed it on a crate of beer. At once, one of the Ugly Sisters, (The one whose face was blotched with blisters) Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe, And quickly flushed it down the loo. Then in its place she calmly put The slipper from her own left foot. Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker, And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker. Next day, the Prince went charging down To knock on all the doors in town. In every house, the tension grew. Who was the owner of the shoe? The shoe was long and very wide. (A normal foot got lost inside.) Also it smelled a wee bit icky. (The owner's feet were hot and sticky.) Thousands of eager people came To try it on, but all in vain. Now came the Ugly Sisters' go. One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!' But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee! 'So now you've got to marry me!' The Prince went white from ear to ear. He muttered, 'Let me out of here.' 'Oh no you don't! You made a vow! 'There's no way you can back out now!' 'Off with her head!' The Prince roared back. They chopped it off with one big whack. This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said, 'She's prettier without her head.' Then up came Sister Number Two, Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!' 'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back. He swung his trusty sword and smack Her head went crashing to the ground. It bounced a bit and rolled around. In the kitchen, peeling spuds, Cinderella heard the thuds Of bouncing heads upon the floor, And poked her own head round the door. 'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried. 'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied. Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds. My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads! How could I marry anyone Who does that sort of thing for fun? The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut? 'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!' Just then, all in a blaze of light, The Magic Fairy hove in sight, Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish! 'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish! 'Wish anything and have no doubt 'That I will make it come about!' Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy, 'This time I shall be more wary. 'No more Princes, no more money. 'I have had my taste of honey. I'm wishing for a decent man. 'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?' Within a minute, Cinderella Was married to a lovely feller, A simple jam maker by trade, Who sold good home-made marmalade. Their house was filled with smiles and laughter And they were happy ever after.