Labels, do you love ’em or hate ’em. I was scratching the sticky label off a jam jar this morning (yes I do get off the sofa now and then always moving at a snail like pace via the kitchen) and got to thinking about labels in general.
Now I’m not going to go off on one decrying the label conscious society we live in and say how downright dreadful it is to be so shallow and so materialistic as to shop by labels and be swayed by this designer or that. After All I just need to see that minimalistic little grey on white Nichol Fahri label and I salivate and reach for the credit card. Though these are labels, and these are the labels that everyone immediately thinks about when the L word comes up I’m talking all those other labels, the whole world of labels.
There are the labels we give people, places and things. ‘My best friend’, ‘fat’, ‘she’s a happy person’, ‘what a slob’ – labels like that. We all do it, see something, anything and we slap a label on it. Makes things easy to sort in that little grey matter brain of ours.
Name Labels – takes you back doesn’t it? Either your own name tags as a child, on your gym shoes, school blazer and even green knickers at my school. our kids labels, sewing Idgy’s name into her kit, losing the hundreds of neat machine sewn labels I sent away for when she first started school and resorting to pen and hope over the years. Neither worked I hasten to add, the pen either washed off or bled unattractively on to her school shirt, and hope, well that was a lost cause as were those sweatshirts that always vanished, socks and of course the gym shoes.
Labels on things. Now I like a nice label, just look at the photo on this post, old bottles with old pretty labels, I have a soft spot for them. I will admit here and now to buying something just because I like the pretty label. I have been known to buy that overpriced conserve just because the hand painted fruit on the label looked so bloody good. The jam itself tasted disgusting but, hey the label was nice.
Labels on luggage. Oh no that heart stopping moment when the baggage carousel comes to an end and your case just isn’t there. Did you label it correctly, will they ever find it again? Old fashioned hand written luggage labels are now collectors items and sell for a packet on ebay, who’d’ve thunk it!
Sticky labels – oh yes brings us right back to my jam jar doesn’t it. Don’t you hate scrubbing labels off jars when you want to reuse them. Some companies are decent and helpful in this regard and make their labels easy to remove, I applaud these companies for they are true recyclists at heart. I hate companies like TK Maxx who put labels on paper products that will ruin the item completely when you take the damn thing off. Bang goes that prezzie for so-and-so that you thought was going to be so cheap but would be just the thinand be pedg she was looking for.
So here we are with the sticky label. What did I use? Vinegar, good old fashioned white vinegar. Came off a treat. Of course I had broken my thumb nail scratching at the damn thing first before I remembered the vinegar.
Such is life, guess I could be labelled as ‘forgetful’ or maybe just ‘getting on a bit’…….