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

A Visit from Our Scottish Friends, an Unfortunate Cookie, and a New Project

A Visit from Our Scottish Friends, an Unfortunate Cookie, and a New Project

Dear Kay, New year, new year. I’ve been replacing Hubbo’s vanished Parisian hat with another one, this time using yarn that showed up at my house on Saturday when our friends Landy and Matt showed up from the Firth of Forth. North Berwick. Near Edinburgh. (Edinburgh! Now THERE’s a destination. Who’s up for Edinburgh?) Landy brought me a skein of authentic Shetlandish woollyness that she found at a Scottish crafts fair....

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Make Your Own Kind of Music

Make Your Own Kind of Music

Dear Kay, Continuing in my frugal and stashbusting ways (ha), I dove back into my tar pit of yarn to find another unfinished object I could rescue from the slough of despond. I’ll say it again: this unfinished object concept is VERY STRONG, y’all. You may think that your castaway, deeply unfinished sweater totally and completely sucks, but remember: at some point, you were all excited to be starting it. It was COOL. There was some...

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Unanswered Questions, Answered

Unanswered Questions, Answered

Dear Kay, So many loose ends to tie up. For everyone here for flood relief coverage, well, sometimes we talk about unwieldy DVD-mailing projects, sleep issues, even knitting when we really run low on topics. 1. Singing Revolution. This Mason-Dixon Around-The-World DVD project is limping along, though some of you (I won’t mention anybody except for the person who lives on the Upper West Side of a major metropolitan city) have been caught...

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Conflict, Conflict

Conflict, Conflict

Dear Kay, Motoring away on this Diminishing Rib Cardigan. I still have concerns about the way the neckline is going to behave, but I’m so far GONE that I can’t stop. See? Foldy, curly. This is going to be a mighty challenge to my blocking skills. It’ll work out, one way or another. Staples and hot glue remain options. Working this yarn, made from the wool of a Pennsylvania sheep named Padmae along with some mohair from an...

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Keeping It Low

Keeping It Low

Dear Kay, Even as I write, Yoram Bauman, the world’s first and only stand-up economist, is sitting in my kitchen eating a waffle. He’s in town for a gig today (here! Come laugh your way through the recession! Here‘s his tour schedule), and Hubbo has been showing him around town. The sights so far have included Music Row, Lower Broadway, and my father. For somebody from Seattle, it doesn’t get more exotic than that. We...

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Sometimes a Great Notion

Sometimes a Great Notion

Dear Ann, Preparing for the journey to Omaha last week, by which I mean, going through the stash and patterns and trying to figure out what to knit, I smacked myself on the forehead and said, “Hey! I could knit for a human!” Joseph is a human, and he has been asking for a “charcoal grey sweater”–I kid you not. Back in June I bought 7 skeins of Rowan All Seasons Cotton in a lovely charcoal grey. Now all 7 skeins...

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Pale, Pale, PALE!

Dear Kay, I guess at some point I have to come out from behind the turkey carcass. It was so warm back there, so tryptophantastic. I am here to announce that, once again, I have hit the wall on my Alice Starmore Donegal Fair Isle sweater. I’m not worried about this. I don’t doubt that I will be dragging the thing out of its hole again. But at the three-quarter mark on sleeve one, I found that the ever-decreasing tube of inside-out...

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Trying to Fix What Can’t Be Fixed

Trying to Fix What Can’t Be Fixed

Dear Kay, MUCH has happened since last I wrote. My duties as one of four co-chairs of the Eighth Grade Pancake Breakfast are now complete, after a 3 am wakeup and a respectable serving of 1,500 breakfasts on Friday morning. The only mishap, other than running out of sausage and pancake cooks who did not want to stop making pancakes, happened here: (That’s 3,700 pieces of bacon being laid out to meet its destiny. The stuff of dreams and...

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A Pearl of Great Price

A Pearl of Great Price

Dear Kay, Because there’s nothing better than frolicking on the chilly beach in your new wool and cotton cardigan . . . I hadn’t picked out buttons yet, so it was buttonless, which for this sweater actually matters. It really wants to be buttoned. It all fits. The seams were a real odyssey in connecting unmatching cables. I just sat down at a table with the thing and made executive decision after executive decision. The side...

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Sleevebound

Sleevebound

Dear Kay, Hope you’re surviving the BLIZZARD OF THE CENTURY or whatever it is the Weather Channel guy keeps trying to convince us about. We had our own shocking snow event here the other night: the almost-an-inch has us shut us down to the point that we’re living off our leftover 9/11 supplies–I mean, Progresso soups NEVER EXPIRE, do they? Clif managed to go snow skating even when there wasn’t technically any snow left...

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