After watching Bridget Jones last night, I can’t stop thinking about the film’s Christmas party, or rather her mother’s pre-occupation with all things miniature at the Christmas party.
Since watching Pam and her Lilliputian spread, small things seem to be popping up everywhere. It appears that it’s not just Helen Fielding’s character that is obsessed with the tiny; we all are. Even if it’s useless, if it’s small we like it.
I went hunting for evidence to back up this theory and it wasn’t hard to find:
The ‘holiday shampoo’ – which barely contains enough shampoo for one wash.
The ‘bantam egg’ – one dunk of a soldier in this bad boy and its yolk has gone and all recipes work on the premise of using a chicken egg.
The ‘mini-mouthwash’ – same reasoning as the mini shampoo.
A turquoise decorated silver thimble – I bought this in Northern India, do I sew? No, I bought it because it I thought it was cute.
My dog Eddie. Obviously he isn’t useless; he is wonderful. But he is a miniature wire-haired dashschund, not a wire-haired dashchund. I wanted him because he was bred to be mini.
Is it just me? What other small things tickle our fancy? What is it about the tiny that warms the cockles of our hearts?