*CRAZY*

Hey, don't blame me!  It says so right there in the lower lefthand corner:

...But yeah, now that they point it out, it does look kinda crazy... Mesh with diagonal stripes of fuzzy novelty yarn... and that hat!

Extravagance

Ah, yes...

Nothing says "extravagance" like granny squares.

In a Mood

I love it when there's text in a layout to tell me how I'm supposed to feel about what I'm seeing... or in this case, how the model feels:

This is interesting, because I wear a lot of stripes, but I never realized (until now) that wearing stripes means I'm in a sporty mood.  (And heaven knows you can't tell from looking at me that I'm such an extremely sporty-mooded person.)

This is better than a mood ring! 
So, tell me, guru-- how do I feel when I'm wearing paisley?

Oui, Monsieur!

Time's running out, so if you discover you still need a handmade gift for someone, a quick project-- like a scarf-- is ideal!

Here's one for the yes-man in your life:

...As if he needed reminding!

Classic Fanboy

Alfred tried his best to wait until January 27th-- a.k.a. Mozart's birthday, ZOMG!!!-- to unveil his awesome new sweater, but his willpower gave out sometime in mid-December...

Club Boy

"Have you seen Ursula's latest boy toy?  I hear she found him waiting tables at some sort of club..."

I don't know why, but I can't take knitted or crocheted (adult-sized) garments seriously when they prominently feature text.

Go ahead, male model.  Smolder at the camera all you want.  You'll still be wearing a sweater with the word "Club" in script across the chest.  There's not a whole lot you can do about that, really.

"NO to smoking!"

I sincerely applaud parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, etc. who encourage the young people in their lives to cultivate healthy habits.  "Just say no" and all that stuff?  Yes, do all you can to convince them to eschew illegal drugs, smoking, drinking, and so forth.

Just... Do you really think it's necessary to make and wear an anti-smoking sweater?

Unless you travel around the country talking to kids about the evils of smoking, I can't imagine many occasions that call for a "NO TO SMOKING!"-themed sweater... but maybe I'm just not going to the right places.

Hittin' the Bottle

Naomi finally had to admit to herself that young Dillon's ketchup addiction had spiraled out of control.  Over the past few months, he had progressed from using french fries (or pommes, as she liked to call them when she was feeling fancy) as a ketchup delivery system to slurping it straight from the bottle.  Swift intervention was the only answer...