The Story of Cochonette
If you remember well, Cochonette was the real muse of this CCClub. She gave me the idea. She should have been the first lady here, the first cup I wanted to present to you from the very first beginning, But as the day came for her to appear here, I couldn´t find her anymore. I suspected she had disapeared with this strange creature which looks like a neon tree on four legs and sniffing around her all the time, dragging behind him air balloons in the form of hearts. Anyway… she is back, a little bit weak on her bottom, and quite confused, it seems to me.
So, here she is, my first Lady Cochonette. And she has a story to tell. Not a mountain moving one, but for me a touching and funny one.
In Spring this year Kevin and me went to the French Britanny to take possession of the new motorhome we had bought on the Internet. We had flown from Spain to England, and then from England to France, travelling light, so we had to buy everything we needed to live inside the motorhome, especially, of course, coffee cups!
As we finally had our vehicle, it was late and the shops were about to close. We ran into the nearest supermarket and bought 2 cups, I think the ugliest we have ever had. But we had no choice. On the way back to Spain we spent some time by my parents in the Pyrenees. I was shopping with my mother when I suddenly saw Cochonette and fell in love with her. To give you an idea: Cochonette is made out of a wonderful, expensive material, and is 16 cm high. A hell of a cup! I tried to see how much it was, but the price was not written, only the barcode.
I said to my mother:
“Maman, didn´t you promise me to buy me a beautiful coffee cup, 20 years ago?”
She looked at me shocked. She remembered the promise.
” And I didn´t?”
“No… but you can make it good now….”
Of course she agreed, I always knew how to make her feel guilty… ! (but I felt a little uncomfortable)
“But it is surely very expensive…”
“It doesn´t matter… you had to wait 20 years!”
In fact, she was right, having had 20 years to save up for it! As we went to the checkout a big surprise awaited us. Cochonette only cost… 1,75 €!° I had expected at least 15.
At home Kevin, who never misses an occasion to get a deal, wanted to drive back there and buy some more.
We drove there, bought 3 more -Moutonnet, Girafette and Cochonnet. Kevin counted out 5-25€ in change.
Well… a big surprise greeted us again. 52,50 € was the amount of the bill. Can you imagine why? Kevin wanted to leave them there, but I started crying and … no, he didn´t steal them, against his habit, he really bought these 3 cups for me! But he never forgave me…
And now: can somebody explain me why my cups stories are always connected with my parents?
MIKI, Spain, (Albir)