August 09, 2005

Hey big knitter boy:

big needles

Are those knitting needles, or are you just happy to see me?

Oy.

Aug 9, 2005 1:24:00 AM | Musing

21 Comments

Hahahahaha! ROFLMAO [darn, why, right when I don't have a man! Grrr]

Posted by: Alysia | August 09, 2005 at 02:27 AM

I've never seen them quite so big...

Posted by: Kathy | August 09, 2005 at 03:14 AM

WOW!!!

In other news.... I've started Eris :)) and I LOVE her so far!!

Posted by: Helene | August 09, 2005 at 03:29 AM

LMAO!! What the heck were they thinking when they shot that cover????

Posted by: chris | August 09, 2005 at 07:34 AM

Oh my god, the mutant has two of them, and a look to match the corresponding hormonal surge that must cause...jay-sus.

Posted by: Lee Ann | August 09, 2005 at 07:51 AM

That's pretty funny. Haven't laughed because of a blog entry in while.

Thanks for the morning lift.

Posted by: lisa | August 09, 2005 at 08:50 AM

I had a very similar thought but not postable.

Oy Vey!!!

Posted by: Betsy | August 09, 2005 at 10:08 AM

We thought the same thing at the knitting circle on Saturday. The train went mostly, "He is knitting with 2 penis (peni, penises?)!" "I wonder how it is for a circular."

Posted by: Seanna Lea | August 09, 2005 at 10:09 AM

Good thing I'd put my coffee cup down to read this or my screen would have been splattered. LOL

Posted by: Heather | August 09, 2005 at 11:02 AM

Grrl, I'm laughing out loud! (and the whole office is looking at me). ;-0

Posted by: margene | August 09, 2005 at 11:36 AM

LOL!

But good god, Dude stepped right out of a 1974 family slide show in that butt-ugly sweater.

Posted by: alison | August 09, 2005 at 12:14 PM

God forbid the guy knits with size 2.0mm DPNS! What a picture.

Posted by: kelly | August 09, 2005 at 12:52 PM

I never considered knitting with turkey basters, what a concept!

Posted by: Amber | August 09, 2005 at 01:11 PM

Oh c'mon guys, be fair--the needles are actual size--he's just really, really small.

Posted by: Em | August 09, 2005 at 01:28 PM

You know what they say about big needles!

Posted by: Tiffany | August 09, 2005 at 02:14 PM

nice hair greg brady.

talk about subliminal...

I think they may have gotten their target audience wrong.
That was so 1977.

Posted by: heather | August 09, 2005 at 03:37 PM

Are those really needles? they look so tapered that they could pass for a number of sizes depending on what part you are measuring. Strange...

Posted by: Vicki | August 09, 2005 at 04:12 PM

Oh my.

Posted by: cari | August 09, 2005 at 07:00 PM

Oh c'mon guys, be fair--the needles are actual size--he's just really, really small.

LOL!

Posted by: Anne M. | August 09, 2005 at 09:42 PM

Not another awful cover, is the inside any better? After the new Rowan I am not sure I can bear to look.

Posted by: Janine | August 10, 2005 at 04:05 AM

Secretely, I'm glad they must not have accepted my design submission for this issue, because sweet heavens -- the tragedy of having to tell people "look for the magazine with the 1970s cover"!

Has anyone told

http://youknitwhat.blogspot.com/

yet? :)

Posted by: Shannon | August 10, 2005 at 04:35 PM

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