We recently had a new store open in town.
Oh, HomeGoods, where have you been all my life? I am in love...even as my husband curses you.
Now, I admit, when I first went in, this gave me pause...

I'm not sure how many decorating opportunities there are for brass hands throwing the deuces, but anyway...
I am also pretty sure these could have been displayed more appropriately...

But it did start getting better, as I came across a sign perfect for the Little Kid...

Then I came across this lovely number and knew I was in the right place. I have a new obsession with white dinnerware, and this baby would fit right in at my house...

What I really noticed is that there seemed to be a real abundance of all things rooster-themed. Let me help you mothers of boys (and immature husbands) out for a moment here. A rooster theme is not going to work in your house. It just lends itself to a plethora of "cock" jokes. For instance...
Cute stool, right?
WRONG. Unless you want to hear this all the time...
WRONG. Unless you want to hear this all the time..."Hey, want to sit on my c***?"
"What do you think of my big, giant c***?

(Of course, you could always point out here just how "little and cute" his c*** is. That always goes over well with the fellas.)
Better to just go with a cat or donkey decorating motif.
Then again...maybe not.




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