If you need to be reminded of such ‘profound’ things by having them framed or emblazoned across your crockery, you’re definitely doing it wrong…
I suppose it was only a matter of time before the two great fetishes of twee-minded-women everywhere were combined in one horrendous handmade item. Yes, Fifty Shades of Grey cupcake toppers. Where would hungry, randy women be without them?
Two-hundred-and-fifty shades of shite.
Ok, so, I could possibly get on board with a cupcake pincushion if it worked as a voodoo doll for all other cupcakes?
These people would smear red lipstick on the Mona Lisa, wouldn’t they?
A bib. Perfect for when you’ve stuffed your perfect vintage-themed child full of cupcakes and they vomit them all back up again. At least it will all match, right?
A truly punchable offence if ever I saw one… How dare you sully my beloved Roxy with such guff!
It’s not just me, is it? There’s definitely something disturbingly nipular about these hideous cupcake jars, right? …
Because everyone needs a tackily framed, cheaply printed reminder of where they live, hanging up in …er… where they live. People must want it, right? It’s Keep Calm-related. Everyone loves that…
