For the look of Relax in a worsted weight yarn, take a look at Worsted Boxy.

A Very Brady Chair Cushion

A Very Brady Chair Cushion

Dear Kay, Yesterday a random boy came up to me and said, “Wanna see my bug?” He reached into a tiny paper bag and pulled out, by a lacy wing, the hugest dead cicada I’d ever seen. Big old meaty bug. Goodgriefboydontshowmestufflikethat is what I wanted to say, but instead I told him it was a fine bug and asked what he was going to do with it. “Keep it,” he said. It’s buggy up here, I tell you. Sister Buffy...

Read More

Gloppy, Distressed, Monteagley: A Chair Story

Gloppy, Distressed, Monteagley: A Chair Story

Dear Kay, Today I’d like to talk about distress. I’ve been thinking a lot about distress–not mental distress particularly, because you can read about that at my other blog, www.iamlosingitbutiguessiwilljustkeepfakingitforonemoreday.com–but the physical, beat-upon distress that happens to stuff once people start using things. Our cottage, for example, is a temple to distress. I’ll take you on a little tour sometime,...

Read More

Great Balls of Felt

Great Balls of Felt

Dear Ann, OK, so I’m in a hurry because I sort of need to pack to go to Omaha, um, today. Didja hear about our little transit strike? I think we might be walking to Newark to catch our flight. I’ve been doing a modest amount of seasonally-induced crafting. So I’m going to show you a bunch of pictures now, and then I’ll be away from the blog for about a week. Felting As a warm-up for full-blown Felting Season, I did a...

Read More

Like I Need Another Craft

Like I Need Another Craft

Dear Ann, So let me just get this out there: I’ve taken up needle felting. Hey–it’s a reason to buy roving without buying a spinning wheel. But I make no excuses. It’s fun. It’s therapeutic. Kind of like play-doh except it’s wool. It started with a bad case of a peculiar disorder: Exchange Anxiety. I signed up for Back-Tack, which requires one to sew a lovely notions pouch or needle roll for an...

Read More

Hearts and Gates

Hearts and Gates

Dear Ann, As you can see from how I’ve redecorated the Found Objects, I’m quite taken with The Gates. I know you get the New York Times, but be sure to check out the video and the even more wonderful slide show here. I went Gates-walking on Saturday and Sunday, but today I looked into the Park and saw the orange cloth flopping dismally in the rain and wind. Even 23 miles of orange curtains look dreary in the rain. I wonder if...

Read More

Pimp My Cushion

Pimp My Cushion

Dear Kay, Sorry sorry sorreeee for my absence. I know you’re wondering where I’ve wandered off to. What obscure backwater of that obscure backwater called middle Tennessee have I been haunting? Leiper’s Fork. The far side of Leiper’s Fork, actually, right near where the Natchez Trace Parkway crosses Leiper’s Creek Road. I’ve been to see Danny. It all had to do with the Big Dotty piano bench cushion, which is...

Read More

Sunday Sunny Sunday

Sunday Sunny Sunday

Dear Ann, Before knitting, my sport was running. Kay was to running what the garter-stitch blanket is to knitting: nothing flashy, and taking a good long while to finish. Marathon Sunday always makes me wistful. The most recent of my two New York City Marathons was 1994. Ten years ago. I ran with two sturdy friends, who are still sturdy friends. Here we are that morning, pre-race as you can tell by how perky and well-groomed we...

Read More

Upholstery Workshop

Upholstery Workshop

Dear Kay, I am beginning to think that my Alice Starmore Fair Isle chair slipcover idea is maybe not so great. I mean, I like a nice Fair Isle chair slipcover as much as the next person. But given the engineering required to get it to fit over my office chair (I’m seeing a kind of Kitchener-stitched steek-based flap flange with I-cord somehow involved), I have decided to move on to upholstery on a smaller, two-dimensional scale. Chair...

Read More

God Save Our Royal Mail

God Save Our Royal Mail

Dear Ann, Saturdays can be a bit of a blur around here. I would hate for somebody to drop in unannounced around 2 o’clock and find the family zonked out in front of Cartoon Network (alas, Joseph now corrects me when I call it Cartoon Edward), in a living room littered with the New York Times, coffee cups, and jigsaw puzzles in various stages of abandonment. We try not to move a muscle until 45 minutes before somebody has to be at a...

Read More

Return of the Tiny Potholders

Return of the Tiny Potholders

Dear Kay, I know you have been wondering what has happened to Fiber Arts Boy David’s array of fluorescent potholders, the potholders that so occupied us last summer. (True, serious readers of Mason-Dixon Knitting will remember this passing fad, the one that came after the giant ball of yarn and before the copious God’s eye manufacturing at Christmas. And the five-strand braiding. And basketmaking. And papermaking.) David’s art...

Read More