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The Get Real Holiday Gift Guide

The Get Real Holiday Gift Guide

Dear Ann, It’s November 30. December starts TOMORROW. Once again, one finds oneself in the situation of wanting to give charming, handknit holiday gifts, but having none on hand, or at least none on hand in an acceptable state of done-ness. What is a knitter to do? Don’t worry! There are lots of wonderful, not-knitted things you can give people, especially your crafty-leaning pals. Knitting does not define you! (OK, maybe it defines...

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We Now Return to Our Regular Programming

Dear Kay, I know it may seem hard to believe, but I have been blogging IN MY HEAD constantly, daily, all the time. Every time I sit down to write something, I end up not writing it. I mean: I’ve never had such bloggy writer’s block, ever, as you well know by the last seven-plus years of nearly incessant blabbing. I finally managed to shut the pfaff up. For a minute. I think the problem is that I’m writing a novel, which is the...

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The New Simplicity?

Dear Kay, Back home again, completely flattened at the prospect of gearing up the fellas for school. Can’t they kind of figure it all out themselves? They car keys are on the kitchen counter–have at it! I have been hearing of a similar malaise from other friends. Any ideas for overcoming that end-of-camp feeling? I did polish my desk yesterday, which had worn down pretty much to the wood. Nothing like the brain-eatin’ scent of...

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Toward a Less Productive America

Dear Kay, Two time-eaters for you today: 1. SMKR. (Alert: spicy language. But you’ll probably recognize most of the sentiments.) 2. “Rx from the Cursing Mommy” by the incomparable Ian Frazier in The New Yorker. (Alert: superdy-strong language alert. But it’s The New Yorker so it’s like classy and stuff.) Love, Ann

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Vodka & Clementines

Vodka & Clementines

Dear Ann, First of all, I hope Greg showed up with his truck-sized wet vac. I hope the waters are subsiding throughout your region, and especially your basement, and the fellas are enjoying their rain day. The family that bails with coffee cans together, stays together. And if you’re racking your brains trying to figure out the divine retribution angle, I think you ought to look into Miley and Billy Ray. Maybe this will cheer you up, if...

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Oscarrrrrr Feverrrrrr

Oscarrrrrr Feverrrrrr

Dear Kay, OK, I’ve got Oscar jitters already and it’s only Friday. Here are some Oscar warm-up links to get you ready for the big day on Sunday. 1. Red Carpet Thunderdome: Carey Mulligan vs. Anna Kendrick. 2. Hollywood stylists are freaking out. Of course they are! 3. The annual predicting-the-winners roundup from the Times. I’m not sure I can live in a world where Sandra Bullock beats out Helen Mirren, but I have a feeling...

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Estate Planning

Estate Planning

Dear Kay, Deeply amused at the amount of Tabu Spray Cologne that is apparently still out there. Maybe it doesn’t go bad? Maybe it’s like single-malt whiskey? Maybe it IS single-malt whiskey? Kind of a hi-test breath spray? I am also relieved to hear from The Crafty Cripple about a website that is really doing the heavy lifting of our craft. In my previous post, I expressed dismay at unearthing an unfinished sweater at the Nashville...

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Midweek Miscellany

Midweek Miscellany

Dear Kay, Let’s just see here. I got nothing organized for you, but I do have tidbits and knicknacks. 1. Sleep Challenge 2010: Did you know that there is a Sleep Giant amongst us? Designer/author Kristi Porter shared her sleep philosophy with us, and it’s downright enviable. If she weren’t such an altogether decent person, I’d kind of hate her for being so well rested. Hey wait: maybe there’s a connection between...

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Sleep Update: Things Begin To Get Weird

Dear Kay, Night 5: Eight solid hours of insane dreams. I don’t really think this is such a good idea after all. I forgot that I used to dream a lot. I’m not even going to tell you what any of it was, because I know you’re good at interpreting stuff like this, and I don’t think I want to know what it means. A commenter asks if I’m seeing any real changes. Well, I ended up cleaning up my 13 year old’s room...

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