Most Extreme Craft readers know that my mother is completely addicted to quilting. I keep meaning to schedule an intervention, but then she sends me things like this, and I second guess myself. It seems the Quilters of South Carolina are out to defeat breast cancer through shaming it into submission. They've cooked up 49 brazen brassieres that are out to reconfigure how their audience thinks of breasts.
I thought my father was the master of the groan-worthy pun, but these ladies have him beat by a mile. Witness the "nursing bra" above.
I'm guessing the one above has something to do with "melons". All of these spectacular undergarments beg the question of function. I can only imagine the young man who is out on a date, which ends successfully for him in the budoir. How can your performance possibly live up to a sock monkey? Things might get a little weird at second base when he encounters the soft-sculpture nurses.
Come to think of it...that sounds like a great strategy for parents of teen-agers. Let them go out on dates, but make them wear the sock monkey bra. Maybe Sarah Palin should've taken some parenting advice from Extreme Craft!
LINK thanks MOM!
