30 Jun

July 2015 Calendar of Events

Oh, July, you are the deli­cious epit­o­me of sum­mer. Hot days, hot dogs, corn on the cob, air con­di­tion­ing, ice cream, french fries, Inde­pen­dence Day… July makes me nos­tal­gic for those sticky ice pops with the plas­tic that will cut your lip, the pool, and sun­shine. Mmm. Click through to see all of our won­der­ful rea­sons to cel­e­brate this mon­th!

July 2015 Events

I drift­ed into a sum­mer-nap under the hot shade of July, ser­e­nad­ed by a cicadae lul­laby, to drowsy-warm dreams of dis­tant thun­der.” Ter­ri Guillemets

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24 Jun

International Fairy Day 2015

Get your glit­ter! Get your flow­er crowns! It’s FAIRY DAY!


On this day, once every year, peo­ple young and old are encour­aged to real­ly believe in mag­ic again! Tell sto­ries of pix­ies and faeries and ban­shees and pooka.

real2faerieImag­ine that the whole world is filled with a mag­ic that streams like glit­ter and sun­shine. The flow­ers bloom because the sum­mer faeries open them for us, and the stars twin­kle because they’re being tick­led by pix­ies.

We hearti­ly sug­gest that you take full advan­tage of this hol­i­day. What Real1faeriebet­ter excuse do you have for wear­ing a tutu and crown in to work? And don’t for­get your wings. Also, a thing that every­one around you will love and appre­ci­ate is if you flit around and throw glit­ter every­where. …wait. no. don’t do that one.

Hap­py Fairy Day every­one!

Here. Have a link to DIY fairy wings! Also DIY tutu! Please send us pic­tures!

22 Jun

Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Eric Carle

When I say ‘Eric Car­le’ you prob­a­bly think instant­ly of The Very Hun­gry Cater­pil­lar. What you prob­a­bly don’t know about Mr. Car­le is that he had a cray cray life before he start­ed writ­ing and illus­trat­ing children’s lit­er­a­ture.  He was born in Amer­i­ca in 1929 but his fam­i­ly moved back to Ger­many when he was 6, and he grad­u­at­ed from the local art school there. When he was 15, the Ger­man gov­ern­ment draft­ed him to help dig the Siegfried Line. He saw some hor­ri­ble shit doing that, he would say lat­er that his wife thought he had PTSD from it, and he didn’t like to talk about it. Go fig­ure.

Since he was born an Amer­i­can, he was always eager to get back to the states. He came back over with $40 when he was 23. He start­ed work­ing at The New York Times as a graph­ic design­er. Then he got draft­ed into the US Army dur­ing the Kore­an War, sta­tioned in Ger­many (WTF REALLY?!) as a mail clerk. He went back to The New York Times after that, and then went on to be an art direc­tor at an adver­tis­ing agen­cy.

It wasn’t until the age of 38 that he start­ed doing his for­re­al thang. He col­lab­o­rat­ed with Bill Mar­t­in. Jr. on a book called Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? From there it was ENTIRELY DOWNHILL! He wrote over 70 books. SEVENTY! The book that stands out from my child­hood is The Grouchy Lady­bug, because well, chil­dren with an at-ee-tood can relate.




Now that you’ve been schooled on Eric Car­le, I sug­gest you get to buy­ing all of the­se books for every child you know because OH MY HEAVENS are they per­fect. Adorable, mean­ing­ful, and have I freak­ing men­tioned adorable? Hap­py birth­day, Eric Car­le!

21 Jun

Grey has arrived…what are you doing tonight?

We at Kards Unlim­it­ed have received the much antic­i­pat­ed and high­ly con­tro­ver­sial Grey by E.L. James.  If you aren’t famil­iar with Grey yet, it is 50 Shades of Grey told by Chris­tian Grey. Learn about Christian’s trau­mat­ic child­hood which haunts him every sin­gle night.  Come on by and pick up your copy to see what all the fuss is about.

Oh yeah...he knows what all the fuss is about.

Oh yeah…he knows what all the fuss is about.

If you are look­ing to spend a night in with your hon­ey, we have great prod­ucts for adven­tur­ous lovers.  Whether you want to feel sexy, roman­tic, fun, or sassy, we have the pro­duct for you. My per­son­al favorites are the Kama Sutra mas­sage can­dles.  Light the wick and relax for twen­ty min­utes, blow the wick out, let it sit for a few min­utes, then begin giv­ing your lover a mas­sage they won’t for­get.


Scents include: trop­i­cal plume­ria, Mediter­ranean almond, coconut pineap­ple, island pas­sion fruit, and cocoa mint seduc­tion

For a more play­ful and artis­tic time, the Lover’s Body Paint is a must.  Edi­ble and arous­ing.  Enjoy a meal of Penis Pas­ta, or Pas­ta Boobs, then you can eat dessert direct­ly off some­one else’s body…yum.   If edi­ble body paint isn’t your thing, the glow-in-the-dark fin­ger paint is a fun way to paint the stars on your partner’s body.  Play hide-and-seek in the covers…with no clothes on!

And if you are a die hard 50 Shades fan, we car­ry the Sex Mis­chief line for all your light bondage needs.  We can even sell you a sex con­tract!

Sex Mischief product

Sexy Stuff for Sexy Cus­tomers!!!  

If you need some inspi­ra­tion, the Fetish Play dice and our Kama Sutra books will help you get through the night, or the day.

So if you want to try some­thing new in the bed­room this week, we can help!  We love to help!

20 Jun

Summer Solstice

Things are heat­ing up as we pre­pare to cel­e­brate the 2015 Sum­mer Sol­stice!


This year, the sum­mer sol­stice falls on June 21st. In the North­ern Hemi­sphere, the sum­mer sol­stice begins at 6:51 a.m. EDT, offi­cial­ly ring­ing in sum­mer. The date brings the year’s longest stretch of day­light. Though the hours of sun­light depend on loca­tion, many areas will see 16 hours’ worth of light!


For sci­ence afi­ciona­dos, the sum­mer sol­stice occurs pre­cise­ly when the Earth’s axi­al tilt is most inclined toward the sun, at the degree of 23° 26′, it’s most extreme. In June, the tilt is toward the sun in the North­ern Hemi­sphere, while the sec­ond year­ly sol­stice, the win­ter sol­stice, in Decem­ber, the tilt is away from the sun in the South­ern Hemi­sphere.


The sol­stice marks the first day of sum­mer, and that means flip-flops, beach trips and bar­be­cues. In south­ern Eng­land, thou­sands flock to Stone­henge to see the sun rise from the van­tage point of the 4,000-year-old solar mon­u­ment.


The sum­mer sol­stice is also a time of cel­e­bra­tion for Chris­tians and Pagans. In Chris­tian­i­ty, the first day of sum­mer marks the fes­ti­val of St. John the Bap­tist, and in Pagan­ism fol­low­ers cel­e­brate what they call “mid­sum­mer” with bon­fires and feasts.


Hap­py Sol­stice to all, and to all a good day!

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18 Jun

Take Your Dog to Work Day: June 20!

One of the few things cool­er than actu­al­ly own­ing a dog is being able to take it places. Ya know, you can’t just walk into the gro­cery store or the phar­ma­cy with your dog. So you have to leave Fido at home while you run errands and go to work and you know that he’s secret­ly mad at you when you do this and then you feel bad but what can you do? Luck­i­ly, Shadyside is pret­ty darn accom­mo­dat­ing when it comes to bring­ing your dog out and about. We are one of the many awe­some busi­ness­es that has no prob­lem-o with your bring­ing your dog in with you.

Yogi comes to work!

Yogi comes to work!

Enter Take Your Dog to Work Day. Prob­lem solved! You get to bring your dog with you instead of leav­ing him home to stare at the wall for the entire day, just so he has as much ener­gy as pos­si­ble stored up when you get home so he can dri­ve you absolute­ly nuts with all of his ener­gy. This is the one day of the year where you say, “To hell with that!” and you bring your dog­gy along. And by the time you get home at the end of the day he is joy­ous­ly worn out from being *awake* all day. What a strange sen­sa­tion for the both of you!

I hope you have an enjoy­able day at work hang­ing out with your dog! Hap­py Take Your Dog to Work Day!

16 Jun

Happy Fudge Day! Except I Didn’t Say, Fudge.’

Oh fudge

Did you know that fudge is “made by mix­ing sug­ar, but­ter, and milk, heat­ing it to the soft-ball stage at 240 °F, and then beat­ing the mix­ture while it cools so that it acquires a smooth, creamy con­sis­ten­cy?” That’s not what I would have guessed ‘the soft-ball stage’ is if you asked me, but hey! You learn some­thing new every day.

This is not particularly relevant, but yes it is. You shut your mouth.

This is not par­tic­u­lar­ly rel­e­vant, but yes it is. You shut your mouth. 

he's back

Tan­gent: when we went to see this movie in the the­ater, at this part my dad yelled, “Duh!” Peo­ple loled.


Any­way. Fudge is one of those things that you real­ly could not just eat forever and ever. Because it’s so flip­pi­ty-frack­ing rich. Which is the point of it, so you real­ly can’t hold that again­st it. My favorite fudge is packed with nuts because I am a nut for nuts. Wal­nuts, almonds, peanuts, pecans… Yes please.


I’m also fair­ly cer­tain I can thank Lit­tle Deb­bie for this obses­sion.


Little Debbie

The­se were my FAVORITE thing to buy with my lunch mon­ey. See also: Zebra Cakes. Appar­ent­ly Lit­tle Deb­bie owned my 10 year old soul.

It’s been rumored that indi­vid­u­als have been known to add fruit to fudge, and I for one find that com­plete­ly repul­sive.


I just threw up in my mouth a lit­tle.


Why would you go and ruin per­fect­ly good choco­late with fruit? The peo­ple that like fruity fudge prob­a­bly like vanil­la ice cream too.


Judg­ing you.

Back to the real fudge *hair flip*





Did you know that a per­son who pack­ages fudge is a fudge pack­er? Appar­ent­ly South Park made Tom Cruise a fudge pack­er in an episode. …I can see that.


I will con­clude this Fudge Day post with instruc­tions to get yoself so deli­cious fudge today.


13 Jun

Tread softly because you tread on his dreams. An Appreciation of William Butler Yeats

June 13th marks the birth­day of one of the greats of Mod­ernist poet­ry, William But­ler Yeats.  To real­ly under­stand an appre­ci­a­tion of Yeats, all you need is an exam­ple of his work.  The Sec­ond Com­ing is a fan­tas­tic exam­ple of the Mod­ernists’ attempts to couch the post WWI malaise in their var­i­ous art forms and is, in my not real­ly very hum­ble opin­ion, one of the best poems of all time.


Turn­ing and turn­ing in the widen­ing gyre
The fal­con can­not hear the fal­con­er;
Things fall apart; the cen­tre can­not hold;
Mere anar­chy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and every­where
The cer­e­mony of inno­cence is drowned;
The best lack all con­vic­tion, while the worst
Are full of pas­sion­ate inten­si­ty.

Sure­ly some rev­e­la­tion is at hand;
Sure­ly the Sec­ond Com­ing is at hand.
The Sec­ond Com­ing! Hard­ly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spir­i­tus Mundi
Trou­bles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and piti­less as the sun,
Is mov­ing its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shad­ows of the indig­nant desert birds.

The dark­ness drops again but now I know
That twen­ty cen­turies of stony sleep
Were vexed to night­mare by a rock­ing cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouch­es towards Beth­le­hem to be born?

If that doesn’t hit you right where it hurts, I don’t real­ly know what to do with you.

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