Manolo for the Home

When I was but a wee lass, I remember being absolutely scandalized by a light switch cover my father’s friends had in their bathroom. It was in the shape of a flasher with his trademark trench. Apparently, said flasher didn’t find waiting around in the dark terribly exciting, but when one flipped on the light, whoa. Hopefully, you get the picture and I don’t need to explain it further. For those who remain perplexed, here is a similar light switch cover.

It is because I can picture that one tiny home accessory so clearly after all these years that I will never buy anything remotely like this:

I don’t want my future children coming home from college for a Christmas visit and saying, “Mom, do you remember those sick coat hooks you and dad had when I was a kid? Well, those freaked us the hell out.”

Today’s bit of bizarre comes from Bridey, who sent me a link to a blog post describing Bocci 22 outlets.

Now is it just me, or do these outlets look…well…vaguely confused in a classic Nintendo-esque sort of way? Whatever stymied these poor givers of electricity did not make them happy. I mean, they’re frowning!

Frowning, tedious to install, and giving me a case of the screaming heebies. I’ll just stick to plain old ugly outlet covers for now until someone comes up with a sleeker option that has a bit less personality.

There’s a certain category of things for the home that I like to call BK, or “before kids.” Tasteful nudes are one thing — I grew up in a very cultural knowledgeable family with plenty of boobs and wangs on the walls. Still, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t red in the face when my grandfather used the word pubis while sagely pointed out artistic elements in paintings! I interned with a woman whose entire house was a repository for vintage XXX pinups…I always rather wondered what her 13-year-old son thought of them.

I imagine that most people who have things like collections of erotica and Madonna’s Sex book and love dice probably put them away when their kiddies get old enough to read and start asking questions like “What does whore mean?” Or they just don’t reproduce, which is cool, too. Viva Le choix!

The cups, mugs, and tableware Trixie Delicious creates run the gamut from too coole to relatively tame to OMG QUICK PUT IT AWAY BEFORE MY GRANDMA GETS HERE. Unless, that is, your grandma happens to be my grandma, because my gram has quite the dirty mind. There’s something about the dichotomy that tickles me…the first thing you see is this flowery auntiesque-looking plate, then your brain notices it has the word arse splashed playfully across it.

These are some of the tamer specimens. Racier, NSFWish plates can be seen under the jump!

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