“Wheres the boobs?”
[EDIT- All further inappropriate beads will be on the other blog: Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams ]
This is a question I got from a customer a few weeks ago… and a few weeks before that, and before that ad nauseum.
We made a conscious choice way back when to be ‘tit and toke free’- no nakedy type beads, no drug beads.
Not ’cause we’re prudish, ya’ll understand, but because:
- a) I hate the sterotype that you’ve gotta whip off yer shirt down here and
- b) I’m not interested in policing the ages on the site, especially since so much of our stuff is kidbait.
Plus, we sell lots of bead packs of random stuff, and I’d hate to have some 6 year old open the box and say, “Mommy, what’s this??”
But people do ask, and when we’re sourcing, we often find the most wretched things. We’ve started a little collection of these things and decided to share ‘em. So here’s the first in a series we’re calling Inappropriate products. We’re starting off going easy on you- I suppose you could almost say these are marginal, but…classy, classy, classy.
[techtags: Mardi Gras, New Orleans, beads]
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