Is Starshower the new Honey Cowl? Only time will tell (but it looks good).

Dip, Hang, Repeat

Dear Ann, Last Sunday I spent a glorious day at French General’s indigo dyeing workshop in a 19th century building at the South Street Seaport. (19th-Century turns out to mean “very badly lit,” but intrepid dyers were not deterred.) All I can say is, here are some photos of heaven in a 5-gallon bucket.   The background music: vinyl.  There is no digital in indigo. Our leader, Kaari Meng, a tower of indigo power, at the...

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Dries Van Noten, My Hero

Dries Van Noten, My Hero

Dear Kay, I know you know I have a profound love of Dries Van Noten, the Antwerp clothing designer. My budget does not allow me to indulge this love on a regular basis. But the great thing about the Internet is that one can easily, freely and by freely I mean FREE-ly, indulge in every single moment of this genius’s work. I cannot get enough. His fashion shows are my favorite reality show. I put them on my calendar. They are...

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Eye Candy: Don’t Click This Link

Eye Candy: Don’t Click This Link

Dear Ann, A quick note to share a wonderful Tumblr with you and our readers. Warning: if you go to this Tumblr, you may be a while. It’s addictive. It’s wonderful. I want to get on a plane and fly to Santiago, Chile, to meet its proprietress, Mercedes Galarce aka Meme Galarce.  I follow her on Twitter. I follow her on Instagram. I haunt her Etsy shop. The reason: I love her eye. She loves what I love. And if I didn’t know...

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The Feel-Bad Event of the Season!

The Feel-Bad Event of the Season!

Dear Kay, I slept poorly last night, had the worst nightmare. My all-time-forever movie crush Christopher Plummer had morphed into STEPHEN MOYER and . . . omigod . . . what is wrong with you, Julie Andrews, you silver-voiced gamine? Your hair! It’s growing like a Chrissy doll! Your skin, your gorgeous Teutonic alabaster complexion–it looks like somebody attacked you with a can of Banana Boat Self-Tanner. You look like some sort of...

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That End-of-Camp Feeling

That End-of-Camp Feeling

Dear Kay, It still feels weirdly spacious in here. We need to hang a blanket on all this white space—it’s making me nervous. Thanks to all who have taken the brave step of subscribing to this blog. We are still futzing around with the thing that sends out notifications, so you will start getting notices of new posts shortly. In the interest of celebration, we would like to give a prize to the first person who subscribed. Truly, this was...

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Welcome to Our New World

Welcome to Our New World

Dear friends, As you can see, we have redesigned the blog. We humbly present: the blog of the future, here today. A blog for the 21st century! What’s new? Basically: everything. And nothing. Here are the innovations to note. Comments. This, more than anything else, is the thing we wanted to fix. This is what started us on a six-month odyssey of migrating ten years of stuff into a new design. Until today, your Comments have been a long,...

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Piece of Cake

Piece of Cake

Dear Kay, I have 29 rows left to go on my Donegal sleeve. GROAN! Love, Ann PS In cheerfuller news, I wanted to show you my new sofa, which is the suburban matron’s midlife crisis as expressed via upholstery. Its main function is as a display zone for my favorite thing you ever gave me, years ago. (Please keep trying to top this gift, but honestly I don’t think you can.) This is a Richard Saja altered toile pillow. I can’t...

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Golden Globes Tidbits

Golden Globes Tidbits

Dear Kay, My favorite local clotheshorse Taylor Swift was wearing a shade of Donna Karan eggplant that shall live on forever in my memory. Aubergine! Yes! Cathy Horyn at the NYT (google this!) was complaining that the women looked vulnerable and trapped in their gowns. Whatever! It’s the RED CARPET! This is what these women do, and they’re not idiots. Kristen Stewart takes off her shoes mid-premiere. I think most actors are game for...

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What I Knitted Yesterday

What I Knitted Yesterday

Dear Kay, Clif came down with a fever on the afternoon of Christmas, not a huge one but enough that he had the pale look of a Dickensian street urchin. I was sorry for him but ready to hunker down with the rituals of the flu: thermometer, fluids, pillowcases, meds, and most of all, my boy. Yesterday, he woke up feeling worse than the day before, so I spent the day sitting upwind from him in the den as he burrowed into the sofa, an endless...

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Gallery of Household Mysteries. Plus: Finished Objects

Gallery of Household Mysteries. Plus: Finished Objects

Dear Kay, Now that the end of summer is seriously upon us, I can’t really fake it anymore regarding the condition of the house. This morning, on the way to the kitchen in search of decent 9 a.m. light for photographing my handknits, I passed by these objects. That last, lingering tote bag from hell, or some trip, or something. I can’t remember one single thing that is in there. This nonfunctioning microwave oven, still lying in...

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