Insanity thy name is Turkey Hat.

A while back I got an email from a knitwear design company proclaiming that they had "A SEXY NEW WEBSITE". Upon opening this email I was greeted with the picture that you see on the left. I'll give you a moment to take it all in. I'm not sure what the most disturbing thing about this picture really is. Is it the hat? The tea cozy? The fact that someone actullay made it? The fact that someone actually modeled it? Could it be the crazily genuine grin of the model? Perhaps it's the curious tar-like substance on her arms. Whatever it is, I think we can all agree that that whole thing is an image that not even Hunter S. Thompson could concoct on a really bad Thanksgiving acid trip. My favorite thing about it is that there's more. There's a christmas version featuring the same model in a wrap and hat that would make the jolly red elf, Santa himself, slap the designer with the fury of a cheated pimp. I'm torn as to whether I want to defame this woman for giving knitters a bad name or hail her as a comic genius. Is she a self important designer snob or is she that fun aunt we all wish we had because she makes our mothers crazy? I'm pretty sure she's just insane and should probably be in a home where she can't hurt others but that fine line between criminal insanity and comic gold haunts me, just like the image of that turkey-clown get up will haunt my dreams. I'm thinking of doing NaNoWriMo. I have an idea. I have no idea where that idea will take me or where it will go. I don't know whether I shoudl even attempt NaNoWriMo this year since it kicked my ass SO hard I could barely sit last year. I want to do it but I don't know if I can commit. Anyone want to talk me into or out of it? Editted to add: I showed this to Red Todd Kidd who declared that she "can't be serious, there's no way." The we delved deep into the website and have come the conclusion that she must be serious. It's a frightning world out there, readers.