In cuteness and in health
It's never wise to turn your back on the Japanese. While the rest of the world is going ga-ga over Taiwan's Hello Kitty plane, Japan has been up to no good. No, I don't mean trotting out Steven Seagal and his guitar in the name of nuclear disarmament.
It's far far more dastardly than that. In a move that caused mass fainting fits across Japan (and audible gasps in neighbouring countries) the Hankyu-Daiichi hotel chain launched its Princess Kitty wedding package. For a pretty penny you can spend your wedding day immersed in Hello Kitty tweeness, from the ring pillow to the seating cards to the flowers. What better way to be the envy of your single friends by snaring a man and outSanrio-ing them at the same time!
Decked in purple, the colour of sexual frustration, Hello Kitty will escort you down the aisle, together with her good for nothing unemployed backup dancer loverboy Dear Daniel.
She will then look upon with trepidation as the groom slips the wedding ring onto his bride's finger, signifying his commitment to transform the marital abode into a permanent shrine to her Mouthlessness.
Afterwards she will perform a lively celebratory jig while the wedding guests look on and wonder how she manages to keep her rhythm with such clunky platform shoes.
When the last of the guests has staggered out, sated on cake and fine rare bordeaux, the newlyweds will retire to the honeymoon suite. There the marriage will be consummated with a full blown pillow fight, lovingly captured for posterity on a little pink camcorder. *sniffle* I can't help it, I always cry at weddings regardless of how plush they are.
Another blog to visit: Trompe L'oeil - because there are times I don't know why.