The short version is I made piñatas for my children and as presents then eventually got talked into selling them.
I’ve been making craft projects since I was little. I’m lucky to come from such a creative family. I made my first piñata for my eldest daughter’s birthday in 2009. I wasn’t that impressed with the results and thought never again. When a friend’s wedding came up she opted for a home made eclectic theme. And I made her hearts and flowers as decorations. I managed to make about ten in the space of one or two months – and that included working every spare moment over the last few weeks. I thought never again.
The next year when my daughter’s birthday came around there were a lot more piñatas available on the market and I bought her a pull string unicorn one. I got planning a friend’s surprise 30th in the kitchen and was asked to make a piñata. When I asked what shape she pointed to the long balloon and two round balloons tied up against the back wall of the kitchen and said ‘I want a giant dick’. There was nothing else like it available on the British market at the time.
Christmas came and went before I made my next piñata.
It was no fun having a giant, neon pink, woolly pubed, willy flying towards my face at break neck speed every time I opened my bedroom wardrobe.
The branch manager rang from my bank to inform me that I was 19.50 over my student over-draught. When he asked 'so what do you intend to do this that Miss...' When I told him I was going to sell my penis on ebay, well, he didn't really have much to say to that. It sold for 99p to a local woman who was organising a hen night. There were a few awkward moments when it came to handing over the thing (which I'd tastefully and lovingly shoved in a couple of bin liners). And so the piñata pimp was born...
Nowadays I go by the piñata lady in an effort to be pass for something a little classier. No matter what happens next, in my home town, I’ll always still be known by the piñata pimp and that first giant wanger.
It was no fun having a giant, neon pink, woolly pubed, willy flying towards my face at break neck speed every time I opened my bedroom wardrobe.
The branch manager rang from my bank to inform me that I was 19.50 over my student over-draught. When he asked 'so what do you intend to do this that Miss...' When I told him I was going to sell my penis on ebay, well, he didn't really have much to say to that. It sold for 99p to a local woman who was organising a hen night. There were a few awkward moments when it came to handing over the thing (which I'd tastefully and lovingly shoved in a couple of bin liners). And so the piñata pimp was born...
Nowadays I go by the piñata lady in an effort to be pass for something a little classier. No matter what happens next, in my home town, I’ll always still be known by the piñata pimp and that first giant wanger.
