May I ask whence the recent proliferation of crude knitting books?
I mean, I'm all down with this:
It's sweet and lovely and if you want a knitted babydoll with garter, you can do it.
But, uh, Domiknitrix: Whip Your Knitting into Shape
And, uh, Naughty Needles: Sexy, Saucy Knits for the Bedroom and Beyond
And, my personal favorite, Knitting With Balls: A Hands-On Guide to Knitting for the Modern Man
, with an appropriately suggestive cover.
I, personally, refuse to buy any knitting book from now on, unless it is titled "Classy But Not Frumpy: Look Like an Adult, Just Not Your Great-Aunt Gertrude," or "Knit Like a Grown-Up: How to Leave Stupid, Trendy, and Faux-Hooker Styles Behind You."