As I have mentioned before, I have a thing for bunting. My colleague V knows this well, not only because on one slow afternoon at work recently, I randomly made her some out of pictures of our clients and put them over her office door. Now they look at her every time she walks in 🙂
Anyway, one day last week, she comes into work and said that she had this fantastic idea, that I had to make bunting with rude things on it, and call it — wait for it — cunting.
And a bit rude.
So I present to you, a first glance at my first lot of cunting, which I have made for the beautiful V, who loved it.
It’s like bunting’s version of subversive cross stitch (a friend made me this for my birthday a few years ago):