If you’re looking for a baby-steps way into lopapeysa knitting, the wee Gilipeysa is literally a baby sweater, and the cutest thing going.



Dear friends, Hi there! Howdy! Hi! Back in February, the date of our most recent post, we were going to be RIGHT BACK. Any minute. It never occurred to us that we weren’t blogging until we started to hear questions about our health, our deportation to a distant land, a spectacular bi-regional blogging blowup. What happened? We’ve blogged through everything in our lives since 2003. So what made 2015 different? We don’t know,...

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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


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


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!


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

overloaded tree

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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