This page in Bad Knitting does not actually feature a knitted article itself, but rather a yarn stash. Normally, I'd exclude unknitted yarn from this section, but this stash was so bad I just had to mention it.
To those of you not in the know, knitting has its own collection of slang terms and acronyms. As I've already explained elsewhere in the knitting section, knitters use rather lame humor in much of the terminology, such as the terms "tink" and "frog." Another such example is the acronym "SABLE," which stands for "Stash Amassed Beyond Life Expectancy." It means the knitter has acquired so much yarn that he or she will never be able to knit through it in his or her entire lifetime. It's usually used in a tongue-in-cheek fashion. I looked for images of SABLEs while I was working on PAWP (the Project a Week Project), my project to get rid of my own yarn stash. I imagined that my twelve baskets of yarn sorted by color comprised an out of hand stash. Then I saw this.
. . . Good grief. 
As if those photos weren't enough, you then read in the captions that the yarn stash actually flows into other rooms of the house. It's disturbing enough that she has more yarn than all my LYSs (local yarn stores) combined, but I think what really worries me is that nowhere in the comments did anyone mention the phrase "compulsive hoarding." Everyone just called it beautiful and inspirational and so on. Bull. That stash is ugly, repetitive, extremely disorganized, and stashed in a room that she didn't even bother tidying before having it photographed. The one commenter who tentatively voiced any criticism at all of the excess yarn was promptly shut down by the other knitters. This is why I do not socialize with other knitters; they remind me of so many old maids who get together to rattle their coffee cups and bitch about immigrants and church functions or something.
My point is that some people get so obsessed with yarn and knitting that they lose sight of reality. Like I said, compulsive hoarding. Note that the SABLE is not organized in the slightest. The yarn is stuffed in boxes, bins, and bags; wedged into every available corner and cabinet, strewn across horizontal surfaces (even rendering what looks like a piano unusable), and I'd be willing to bet it's even stuffed into the couch cushions. With organization that bad, she can't possibly tell what she has and what she lacks.
For comparison, this is my yarn stash:
Note that my yarn is stored in wire baskets, sorted by color, with the colors flowing roughly into one another so it's extremely easy for me to find what I want and tell exactly how much I have. Small bobs of yarn leftover from previous projects I attach to the larger skein from which they came, as you can (barely) see with the red yarn in the lower right hand corner.
Obviously, the woman whose stash this is has done no such thing. Her SABLE exhibits high redundancy: She has skeins and hanks (knitters humorously refer to them as skanks) of the same color randomly strewn throughout the room . . . and over the furniture . . . and across the floor. Some skanks of the same color are grouped together, most likely because she bought them together and then stuffed them wherever she could and just left them. (Sudden thought: Oh my God, I'd hate to see the rest of her house.)
Here is my stash from a different angle:
From this angle you can better see how I have the yarn arranged in the baskets. I keep each color together, with the skeins neatly lined up. Miscellaneous skanks within each basket get sorted where they fit in best, sometimes literally.
Also, I may have been distracted by the sheer volume of yarn in the SABLE, but I nearly didn't see a single knitting needle in it. It wasn't till much later I realized that she had several mugs full of them stacked on the hutch; they'd just gotten lost amidst the yarn. I didn't see any projects on the needles at all. I have to wonder, although I'd prefer not to, where she stores all that stuff. Surely she doesn't have another den that she's ruined with half-finished sweaters, just-begun blankets, hats that need the ends woven in, scarves that need frogging, single socks, etc. Note that the daughter-in-law who took the photos said that the SABLE owner "actively uses her yarn as a resource and an inspiration"; she didn't actually describe any works in progress or how much knitting her mother-in-law actually did.
The only yarn not stored in my baskets is that which is currently in use. For projects I have decided to set aside for the time being, I keep a wicker basket on the cheap particle board platform on top of the baskets. Also on the particle board, I store a vase with all my straight and circular needles in it and an ammo box for all other knitting tools. We sometimes use ammo boxes at work to store nuts and bolts in, and it occurred to me that that would be the perfect solution to the problem of where to store my other knitting tools. I put my stitch markers, stitch holders, place markers, cable needles, yarn needles, row counters, gauge marker, and all of my dpns (each set held together with a rubber band) in this box.
Another thing that gets me about this SABLE was how the SABLE's owner didn't even bother to tidy up before her daughter-in-law snapped the photos. The yarn itself aside—that being an obviously incurable disaster—the floor is littered with miscellaneous items including shoes, children's toys, and a random cardboard box. I'm sure I saw a laundry basket as well, but it may have been filled with yarn. Also, the piano had a creepy stuffed Rocky (from Rocky and Bullwinkle) perched on top of it, keeping watch over the yarn. And what's with the red and white thing on top of the blue couch? Of course, the only time the daughter-in-law taking the photos hinted at the untidiness of the room, she did so, incredibly, in a favorable fashion: She said she liked the "lived-in quality" of the room. The what? How about the compulsive hoarding, roach attracting, horribly organized, impossible-to-navigate quality of the room, hm? Or how about the just-plain-ugly quality of the room? I'm not just referring to the yarn; that stuffed Rocky creeped me out, not to mention the godawful Hello Kitty thing on the hutch. I especially loathed the particularly hideous pink TV randomly stuck in the middle of the mess. Apart from those things, the room really doesn't look lived in; it could totally pass itself off as a store. If a store had been hit by a hurricane and fifty gallons of the ugliest yarn dye in the county.
Something else that baffled and annoyed me was the daughter-in-law saying she felt honored to be in the presence of all that fiber. Okay, a couple of points to the woman who took these photos: 1.) It's just yarn, not the Buddha. 2.) Why would you feel honored in the presence of that disgraceful mess anyway? Wouldn't it make more sense to feel offended and weep for the lost projects that might have been? and rant like I have done? Go ahead and rant; she's your mother-in-law and probably secretly hates you anyway. Or at least will upon realizing that you posted such unflattering pictures online depicting her compulsive hoarding and shitty housekeeping.
. . . It's not like the daughter-in-law were unaware of the mess. Reading between the lines, you can tell she knows her mother-in-law has too much yarn. "It’s easy to make fun of someone who has such an obscenely large collection of yarn," the daughter-in-law says semi-defensively. Yes, of course it is. That's why I'm doing it. That, plus my overwhelming irritation at the lack of well-deserved criticism in the comments. Anyway, she continues, "[B]ut really, aren't you just deeply jealous? Not me, because I get free yarn!" I'm not jealous of that. That SABLE looks like a lollipop factory blew up; I wouldn't be seen dead knitting with such ugly colors. I'm quite pleased with my tasteful, well organized, and under control stash, fuck you very much.
Like I said, I'd hate to see the rest of the SABLE owner's house, especially if she spends all her time knitting and none of it cleaning . . . Oh, hell, who am I kidding; you saw that mess of a yarn stash; she doesn't clean.