High necklines, peter pan collars, delicate floral prints, and enough fabric to double as a tent in case of emergency seemed to indicate that absolutely nothing except the most immaculate of deeds created this condition. What?!
In more current times, a nice spandex blend stretched creatively over the proverbial breadbasket suffices--and is a much nicer homage to act of procreation. In my opinion.
If I can be honest, it is the permission to let my belly out in such a boastful and blatant way that has made me half consider baby making. Except there would be a baby and a belly not fit for anyone's eyes (knowing my unforgiving flesh) afterward. I'll have none of that.
Now that I am woefully off topic, I'll try to get us back.
The reason I was thinking about prudish maternity clothes is because the same phenomenon occurs in kitchen curtains. Last summer, I desperately combed sites and stores for a replacement of my current all-white coverings. And concluded that the window treatment industry has some shame issues that it needs to work out. The abundance of lace trims, crocheted borders, and pastel color palettes--and lack of anything other--suggests a conspiracy to censor the bacchanalia that goes on in my kitchen. I won't have any of that either.
I finally decided to make my own, inspired by the indulgent designers of tea towels:
They're loud and they shout: "Hey, let's make something!" As it should be.
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