Despite the challenges of Kilt Distraction, the contest brought out a strong effort from readers. Every body part has been tingled, spanked, kicked, tickled, busted, shaken and quaked in an effort to describe….a knitting magazine. The English language is so rich–so arsetastic, if you will– that it is a joy, even for those of us who speak the watered-down colonial version.
One contestant got it, or came so close that the judges gave it to her. The answer is that the magazine was described to my poor, linguistically deprived American ears as “knickers wettingly”. (Which I thought was the equivalent of “pants peeingly”, which is also funny.) Sorry. That’s how they talk over in Blighty. They just put it right out there. I will never stop laughing at British people talking. I am very certain that we are not one-tenth as entertaining to them, as they are to us.
I will notify SUSAN H, who has no URL, that she is the lucky winner of a year’s subscription to The Knitter. (You will have to scan the entries for hers if you want to know exactly what she said. A couple of other entries focused on the same, um, physiology, but didn’t get either of the 2 words; Susan got one of them and the meaning, so she wins. The judges are very arbitrary.) Susan, I hope you have fun explaining to people how you managed to win this one.
Happy weekend everyone,
PS The photo up top is another sneak peak from Issue 1 of The Knitter. Thanks, everyone at The Knitter!