The Needle and the Damage Done
Commemorating knittrocities since 2006
30 August, 2006
29 August, 2006
28 August, 2006
26 August, 2006
24 August, 2006
23 August, 2006
22 August, 2006
21 August, 2006
Superman's Granny
Over the weekend, I ran into an old lady who was very nice. I was having trouble lifting an 80 pound tub of honey. She hooked her finger under the handle, and lifted the whole thing with her pinky! I asked who she was, and she winked and said "I think you have heard of my grandson!" To protect her identity, and his, she would only let me photograph her from the back. I think I had a run in with Superman's granny!
20 August, 2006
18 August, 2006
Snewd
First off, the word snood in itself is funny. Like kumquat or squeegee. It just feels funny rolling off your tongue, and slightly dirty besides. More importantly, it's a hideous knittrocity. Even my great-grandmother, who had a few snoods in her time, would not have sported this.
And is that model one of those Barbie heads that third-graders practice their makeup techniques on?
Hands off!
This pattern has these mittens worked into it, all intarsia-like. It's supposed to look like you casually threw your mittens-on-a-string around your neck after an afternoon of ice skating and general winter carousing. Though this way, you don't ever have to worry about your carefully placed mittens falling off when you bend over. It looks to me more like someone's grabbing the boobs of whoever this is supposed to go on with grubby mitteny hands.
Inquiring minds want to know...
For those who have been asking about the pics posted recently, they are from a design firm in Bulgaria. Apparently, they had different fashion standards over there. They "specialize" in women's "fashion" but they haven't completely forgotten about the boys. This design is called "Dickens" because it is only appropriate to wear to a 19th century literary character costume party. Or a Harry Potter get together.
17 August, 2006
16 August, 2006
15 August, 2006
14 August, 2006
13 August, 2006
Confession Time
A couple years ago, I worked at a yarn shop. My job was to make the customers happy, so when one woman came in insisting on making something very close to this for her daughter, I had to help her find the perfect color combination. It looked remarkably like this, but more fuschia and blinding. That poor daughter.