But I regularly have Beatles songs stuck in my head.
I have sat here staring at this for quite a while, vacillating between awe of the mad skillz with a wood plane and utter incomprehension that someone would MAKE this.
Of course I’ve heard of toothed vaginae. But a toothed uterus?!
Beware little girls, this is what happens when you sleep with the tooth fairy.
This pregnant lady has a tooth in her belly, a molar, where usually a fetus would be! Also there is a toothy grin on the back of her neck!
Crap! There’s teeth on her neck, too?
Living in NYC, I’ve often wished I could use my uterus as an extra storage space for Christmas decorations or sporting equipment. Not for teeth though, I really do prefer to keep those in my mouth (along with my foot).
Not into teeth? No worries! The artist has a whole slew of uteri stuffed with creative goodies – muffins, testicles, waving kitties, whistles, and even a bowl of noodles. Based on the way I felt during my last period, I might have to commission a piece with a hello kitty chainsaw crammed into the uterine area. Don’t panic – I have more pictures for you. (more…)
Q: What happens when you have a bored guy at a diner with a sharpie in his pocket? A: Fine art, apparently.
Q: And what would you reckon the asking price might be for such well designed dishware might be? A: $200
Please note though:
They are not intended for use with food and are not microwave or dishwasher-safe.
This is not a plate – this is ART. As in, “where art though, my dear vagina plate?” You won’t find a set of these bad boys on any wedding registries during wedding season…at least I hope not.
By the looks of this portrait, Virginia might need to make an appointment with a waxing technician. Nice vajazzling, though.
Personally, I prefer not to think about tampons more than I have to. Apparently I’m in the minority, because there is all kinds of lovely tampon art on Etsy.com.
Give kitty his own play-tampon, complete with felt blood! This may actually be genius, since cats are always dragging real tampons out of the trash and playing with them…
This next tampon is suggested as a gift for ladies who have passed menopause as kind of an honor, but I can think of PLENTY of other people who might need a “Golden Tampon Lifetime Achievement Award”. Let your imagination be your guide.
You may have heard the unfortunate term “Vajazzling” lately. I think this person may have got that idea a little twisted up in their head and put the jewels right on the tampon, bypassing the Vajayjay completely:
Do NOT attempt to use this lest you severely injure your Special Panty Parts.
I was so excited when I came across the thing I planned to blog for my first Craftastrophe post. It was horrific. It was gross. It was the kind of inexplicable mistake that is the definition of this site.
So imagine my surprise when I finally sat down to compose, and out of left field came this thing’s ugly step-sister. This thing’s ugly, naked, wart-faced, hunch-backed troll of a step-sister, barreling down on me at top speed with seven bloody, sparkly tampons clutched in her fat, waxy talons.
I give you the “Absolutely Genius Tampon Windchimes Essence of Life Windchimes.”
In addition to having a title that just won’t quit, these wind chimes promise to “remind you why being a woman is so wonderful” (because the best part of any woman’s month is when red glitter pours out of her lady bits).
The chimes feature sturdy bamboo craftsmanship, “100% real tampons,” and “[a] vintage jewelry peice…showcasing the essence of woman.”
Apparently, the “essence of woman” is that cheap necklace you wore in third grade until its fake chain started turning your neck green.
Sure, you could pay $15 for plain ol’ bamboo chimes that clink and, you know, chime in the wind–OR you could pay $25 (plus shipping) for these!
