Choose your own caption
It was gently pointed out to me that I’m overdue for a gratuitous kilt photo. I tried a couple of times to come up with a good title for this one, but my brain just isn’t engaging tonight.
So – whomever comes up with the best caption for this photo wins a random drawing from my stash. (Have I mentioned that I’ve got a pretty voluminous stash for a straight guy?)
September 28th, 2006 at 8:44 pm
“In which a Gratuitous Kilt is discovered enjoying Nature”
Hi, I’ve been reading you for a while but I don’t think I’ve ever commented before. Love the socks (and the kilt).
September 28th, 2006 at 9:28 pm
“Kilt as performance gear.”
September 28th, 2006 at 9:49 pm
“Although KiltMan relished his role as representative of all things knitty and kilty, he also cherished time alone with Mother Nature. Time to refresh, renew and flash the old broad as he took a leak.”
September 29th, 2006 at 4:36 am
“And at the beginning of the quest, the man and the kilt set out, brave, independent, and determined. The women were glad, for they would succeed in their quest – to find more yarn, more techniques, and be sexy masculine representatives of all things knitterly.”
Thank you for starting out our Friday’s right! : )
September 29th, 2006 at 5:16 am
Kilt on a Mission.
September 29th, 2006 at 5:37 am
“He fumbled ’round until he could no longer keep his feet,
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.”
(Yes, I’ll take every opportunity I get to quote “The Scotsman”.)
September 29th, 2006 at 5:47 am
“Here be dragons!”
September 29th, 2006 at 6:08 am
“Walking peacefully along my own path” And a great path it is, mind you.
Thanks for the early morning pleasing visual.
September 29th, 2006 at 7:15 am
“Ambush”
As David walked with purpose onward to his quest, he came upon a kink in the path that gave him pause. At first he knew not what stayed his next step, except the uneasy feeling that he was being watched. He cautiously took another step, and stopped abruptly once more. A quick movement at his left had caught his eye. David scanned the foliage that lined the rocky path, here and there he saw silhouettes amongst the leaves. He calmed his breath, and though his heart beat madly within his ears he was able to discern a sound previously lost upon the breeze…..
A quiet feminine whisper……………………”kilt”…….. then once more……”kilt”
With each quiet woman whisper, David was certain he could hear the click-clicking of……….. Knitting needles?
“kilt” was whispered once more, followed by an answering whisper of “kilt” further down the path. Then almost instantly the woods were alighted with the sound of the word “kilt” being whispered by a hundred voices. A hundred voices paired with a hundred eyes that David could feel watching him…. admiring him…. hungering for his kilt and whatever else may slake the desires of what wait for him in the bush.
The whispered calls of “kilt” were added with more desperate whispers of “yarn”. David clutched his knitting rucksack closer to his hip, unknowing of what may befall him in ambush……….
“kilt”………………………
“yarn”…………………
click-click………… click-click………
“kilt”………………….
“yarn”………………
“God he is hot…..-OOOOPS-……um……….. kilt?”
I have to admit though, “Here Be Dragons” had me snickering for a bit.
September 29th, 2006 at 7:53 am
A walk unencumbered
September 29th, 2006 at 8:27 am
“Dude, check out the guy in the skirt!”
September 29th, 2006 at 8:37 am
You can tell he’s straight…the purse doesn’t match the shoes.
September 29th, 2006 at 8:51 am
“The Road Less Travelled” (subtitle: I wonder if any of these trees can be made into knitting needles… or yarn.)
September 29th, 2006 at 9:20 am
Gotta say it:
“Boy, you want some s**t?” 😉
September 29th, 2006 at 11:02 am
“Hey. Hey. Hey you there. Little Red. Just follow me back here behind these bushes, and I’ll show you what’s under the kilt.”
“Ohhh Kilt Man! What big eyes you have…!”
And Saran, re: the purse…too funny. Choked on coffee.
September 29th, 2006 at 11:02 am
Are you implying gays have larger stashes then straights?
September 29th, 2006 at 11:19 am
MMario,
Yup. I may be wrong; I haven’t done an in-depth study on the matter. But most of the straight male knitters I’ve known have got either anemic stashes, or share them with their wife or girlfriend.
But it’s not the size of the stash that’s important, it’s the content that counts. Right?
Marnie,
No thanks, got plenty.
September 29th, 2006 at 11:31 am
#1
As Nature Intended – A Man, His Knitting, and the “Freedom” of a Kilt
#2
“It’s not Kilt Porn, It’s Art”
Love the pic – can you tell us who took it? Nice composition, yada yada yada.
If I drank coffee, I’d be spewing over the purse comment – loved it Sarah!
September 29th, 2006 at 2:09 pm
Number 1 — The Larch
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The larch
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The larch
September 29th, 2006 at 2:42 pm
Um, I actually think you’ve given us a pretty good caption:
Have I mentioned that I’ve got a pretty voluminous stash for a straight guy?
September 29th, 2006 at 3:06 pm
Sarah’s soo right, and the belt doesn’t match either one either.
Caption: “I going to scratch there anyway, so what do I care if bugs fly up?”
September 29th, 2006 at 3:18 pm
True Freedom
I’m waiting for the gratuitous kilt shot that also involves KIPping.
September 29th, 2006 at 3:36 pm
You picture should be something Scottish…like
“Walking among the Rowans”
You could insert any Scottish name in. Rowan being the Scottish name to pair with the tradition of wearing the kilt in the first place. Rowan is just a nice pun since you are in the forest. Don’t know if you have those trees where you live but I don’t think it matters.
September 29th, 2006 at 4:22 pm
I can’t top those, but thanks much for the kilt eye candy. Very nice!!
September 29th, 2006 at 10:04 pm
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. Lions and tigers and bears, OH MY! LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS! OH MY!
September 30th, 2006 at 10:02 am
There he goes just walking down he path singing doowaaah diddy diddy dum diddy do.
Is the kilt just a tad too long or do I just want to see your knees?
September 30th, 2006 at 10:13 am
“I can finally stop and pee once this person with the camera stops following me…”
September 30th, 2006 at 11:04 am
now i know why they market that stuff to stop chafing. but why is it supposed to be fr women???
October 1st, 2006 at 5:20 pm
“Dang… I should have never showed her what was under the kilt”
~came with the yarn harlot-stayed for the Saxon braid cable
October 4th, 2006 at 7:45 pm
It’s The Scottsman by Rovers Irish!
Aren’t we a naughty bunch!