Not int-i-mate creations.
I was driving to a tile shop with friends when I caught glimpses of this sign, there, and then obscured by passing trucks.
I was about to shout, “Stop. Pull over.” thinking I was encountering my first rural lingerie outlet and eager to find the birchbark and flannel bikini briefs I’ve been hearing about. Then as my view cleared I realised this was not Intimate Handcrafted Creations, but Inmate Handcrafted Creations. We had just passed the prison. More locked chastity belt than sequinned thongs methinks.
We didn’t have time to stop and shop. But it’s on my list for a future visit.