Many, many antique socks. They look so . . . antique.

The Feel-Bad Event of the Season!

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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