The beauty of the stripe
I am a constant source of amusement for many people- namely my good friends, who probably know me better than I care to know myself. One of my quirks I am teased quite a lot about is my obsession with stripes. I wear stripes. I have stripes in my home. I love the way books make stripes when they're side by side in their bookshelves, and secretly I like to colour co-ordinate spines for my aesthetic pleasure. Whenever I pick up something in a clothes store, it's generally, well, stripy. My favourite ice cream growing up (aside from the electric blue bubblegum flavour we were banned from eating) was Neapolitan, all soft and pillowy in its pastel striped loveliness.
So, of course, you can imagine my delight when I discovered Tunnock's dark chocolate tea cakes, in very grown up blue and golden stripes. I have jars of them all over the house, and small children stare in wonder at their beauty when they come to visit. It's embarrassing when I get my hand stuck in the jar while I am attempting to retrieve a treat for the youngsters, but my, is it worth it just to see the stripes everyday.