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REMAIN CALM.

Dear Ann, How can I put this? STEP AWAY FROM THE KIDSILK HAZE. The last time I knit lace, it was a simple picot edging on the Brittany Jumper from Jil Eaton’s Minnowknits series, for my little friend Baby Rose. An 8-stitch repeat, over a couple of hundred stitches around the bottom of the skirt. First I had the terrible twisted-join problem, which almost made me take the pledge never to knit in the round again. I would only realize...

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Next Idea: Knitting with Wire

Dear Kay, While you’re out there eating hot dogs and having tender summery moments with your darlings, I have been sitting in the hook-up line at Mr. Seven’s school waiting to pick him up. On any other day this would be a happy little half hour for me, clicking away at some easy little project while watching for the fella to show up. But today, the first day of school, I sat steamily futzing with Birch. I have never had such a time...

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My Head I Bangeth Against the Wall

My Head I Bangeth Against the Wall

Dear Kay, I am struck how very like a voodoo doll ol’ Splash looks as I pin up that last sleeve. I promise not to post any more pictures of this until I’m WEARING it–it’s not like this is some 31-color Starmore Fair Isle. “Gee, Ann. Great stockinette.” In another, more dreadful direction, I have begun the Birch knitalong that so many of our fellow Rowanettes are cursing through over at the Rowan International...

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