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Traveling Light

Traveling Light

Dear Kay, Finished. It’s a blanket now. The I-cord edging took two sessions of Masters tournament coverage. I was so hypnotized that I think I fell asleep at one point while simultaneously cranking attached I-cord. Always remember to do three rows of UNattached I-cord as you turn the corners. I always think of you when I do this. It’s so clever: you’re attaching and attaching, then for a minute you don’t. One...

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We Fuss On

We Fuss On

Dear Kay, Squares are piling up for the Fussy Cuts Blanket. Mood regarding this project at this moment: resolute yet giddy at prospect of Phase III: The Attachment, when all this will come together. I still can’t get over how unfatigued I am after 20 squares and frames. It’s like I actually enjoy this. I haven’t been this gone on a project since—oh wait, that Birch wrap was pretty great. But I’m talking about the...

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Happy Birthday to Kay!

Happy Birthday to Kay!

Dear Kay, Wishing you the happiest of birthdays! If only you were on Facebook, by this point in the day you would be awash in happy birthdays from dear friends, former colleagues, people you wish you knew better, and the odd Starbucks gift card. (Has anybody ever sent or received a Starbucks gift card for a Facebook birthday? I think it’s like winning the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, or first-row parking at the airport: a dream, a...

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Bread, Milk, Noro: Check!

Bread, Milk, Noro: Check!

Dear Kay, I barely got to the store in time to lay in provisions for the icy storm predicted last night. And by store I mean yarn store. Having already cleared Haus of Yarn of its most juicy Silk Garden (aka Stage One of this blanket), I bravely headed south to Bliss Yarns, located in the wilds of Brentwood, for Stage Two (aka Rilly You Don’t Have Enough Of This Stuff?). At this point I’ve got 15 squares done and decided on the spot...

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Two Words: Rag Balls

Two Words: Rag Balls

Dear Ann, In this season of gratefulness, I’ve been thinking about how I’ve wished for a knitting group, and how funny it is that when it finally arrived (like a pony from the sky), it was a sewing circle. A bunch of women I didn’t know a few years ago.  We are the unofficial New York City branch of the Alabama Chanin Sewing Society and Fan Club. Sometimes I knit at sewing circle. If the mutual support (aka gossip) is flying,...

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Spoiler Alert

Spoiler Alert

Dear Ann, Hi. What’s up with you? [SPOILER ALERT] I’m knitting blankets. But my blankets are getting too big to carry around, especially in this heat. Experienced knitter that I am, I know the answer to this one: cast on something new! [SPOILER ALERT] Another blanket! The latest blanket began its journey as a Gaia shawl. Before that, it was an impulse purchase, one early-summer evening at La Casita: 6 balls of Noro Aya in...

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National Frog Something Day

National Frog Something Day

Dear Ann, I declare today, June 9, to be my own personal Frog Something Day. I’ve virtually frogged two projects! That’s at least 2 years worth of Coming To Terms With Reality, for me. Usually when I’m knitting something and it’s not working out, the project gets put aside for a minute and then, like something on the ID Channel, it’s never heard from again. These projects are not ever coming back to me, but I...

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Where to Knit in……NYC

Where to Knit in……NYC

Dear Ann, Once in a while I discover a great new place to knit in public, and I gotta share: Bull Moose Dog Run, Theodore Roosevelt Park, New York, New York What it has going for it (apart from the hilarious name): Sunny but also shady; dappled light makes for great stitch definition. Ample benches for ample knitters, and also for knitting bags and any equipment you’re hauling from Little League. The gravel may get stuck in your...

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Patchy

Patchy

Dear Ann, The sock-yarn log cabin has reached a Turning Point. I’m 6 blocks into it. But I don’t like one of the blocks. Meanwhile, knitting six 10-inch squares, at 8 stitches to the inch, gives a girl time to think of New Stuff To Do. I have eliminated the unloved square. “It’s not you, it’s me,” I told it. “I’m just not that into variegation.” Now I am poised on the precipice of...

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