Sunday, February 3, 2008

Don't Fear - Maps

Don't fear. . . the scary lingerie that inhabits Marshall's underwear racks. While this stuff, makes me ponder how some samples make it off the inspiration board and makes me long for the "taste police" to bust up in there. . . I still find digging through the racks at Marshalls to be somewhat soothing. You will sort through PILES of crap. But it is possible to find some gems.

I blame the graphic designers for this mess. If you glance at this shirt very quickly with an undiscerning eye, the rhinestones spell another phrase. . . and it ain't "G. Unit".


My mother: "I don't get it, what does it spell?" Oh my innocent Mum!
My friend: I'd rather wear a shirt that says _______ than 'G. Unit' " Oh Peas!

In conclusion, Marshalls is kind of like the nursury rhyme about the little girl, with the little curl. When it's good, it's very very good and when it's bad, it's pretty darn horrid!

1 comment:

Meredyth said...

I thought it said that at first too. And I agree with the Pea.