'Husband' was a deeply unsexy word to me. Why would any smart, independent, life-loving woman bother hitching her wagon to anyone else's?įor years, I prided myself on being the type of woman that didn't want to be tied down, not to mention being the sort of woman that no man would actually want to tie down.
#You peig sayers singing free#
Receive today's headlines directly to your inbox every morning and evening, with our free daily newsletter.Įnter email address This field is required Sign Up Given that I had been single for nigh on a decade before I met Brian, I'd been happy enough to tell anyone who listened (and anyone who paid me to write it) that marriage was an outmoded institution.ĭaily Headlines & Evening Telegraph Newsletter "But sure we were fighting for half the day, remember?" It was low-key, fireworks-free and very, very us.
"I was going to ask you on holidays in September," he says. Instead, he stood beside me laughing as I unwrapped our Peig Sayers teapot. Brian was not the type to get down on one knee and simper up at me beseechingly with a tumble of romantic platitudes. In fact, there is no engagement ring, nor will there be. There was never going to be a gobstopper of a solitaire ring. Nor a top of the Empire State Building couple. We were never going to be an Eiffel Tower couple.
Specifically, a handmade teapot with Peig Sayers, a palm tree and a chicken on it, emblazoned with the words, 'will you marry me?' Honestly, how could I say no to that?
"A teapot?" I'm not a betting woman, but I'd happily put my house on the fact that I'm the first woman in the world, ever, who was proposed marriage with a teapot. It's fun to watch people's reactions, from horror and confusion to wry amusement, when I say: "He did it with a teapot."
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