Waifs down a mossy path: Dries Van Noten’s clothes for next spring.

The Grandma Mabel Memorial Recipe Box Show & Tell Contest

The Grandma Mabel Memorial Recipe Box Show & Tell Contest

Dear Ann, Who knew a dime-store recipe box circa 1960 would unleash a flood of memories? I heard from so many people, via comments and email. Some of them have the exact same box as Most Moisturized Mom (I knew it was mass-produced but I had no idea how mass-produced), some of them have some other fabulous piece of gas-station premium history, and some of them, poignantly, are looking for lost recipes or grieving lost boxes. The outpouring...

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The Wind Beneath My Bingo Wings

Dear Ann, Well. That was fun. And it’s so hard to choose favorites from all the crazy talk people submitted, isn’t it? But choose we must, and these are our choices. Category: Sounds Like Something They Used To Say In East Omaha (When There Was an East Omaha) grip me = hand xxx to me; put xxx in my hands as in “Grip me some chips, would ya?” (Dennis’s Mommy, come on down and grip your new knitting...

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The Thrilla in Phila: A Contest

Dear Ann: Update on Cristina’s indigo afghan: for inquiring minds, Cristina has posted a picture of The Whole Megilla here. She also did a crazy fun contest, and I’m piling on with a copycat contest of my own. The prize of one raffle ticket will go to 10 lucky poets who write a haiku, limerick or heroic couplet about the color blue, Cristina’s afghan, or stinky indigo dye vats. (To be clear, the price is a chance to win the...

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The Mighty Skanks

The Mighty Skanks

Dear Ann, I live such an exciting life; you have no idea. Take a week ago Friday, for instance. I had a lot on my plate. Niece Kristin arriving, via 3 planes, Carrie due home from her annual Sleep Week (aka low-dose sleepaway camp for kids whose dads don’t want them to go away to camp, or away to anywhere, ever). On top of this pre-existing agida inducement, look what the mailman brought me around 1 p.m.: It’s the Dish Rag Tag...

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Canary in a Coal Mine

Canary in a Coal Mine

Dear Ann, Why should you get all the fun with the summer contests and the YouTube strolling? I’m getting me some of that! I’m doing a raffle! Last night hubby and I went to see The Police at Madison Square Garden. (Moment of Silence for the fact that the 1980s are no more.) Sting is fitter than a man has any right to be, Stewart Copeland is still the cutest bespectacled guy on two feet, and Andy Summers’ guitar chops are...

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And We Have a Winner . . .

Dear Kay, Can we all have a moment of silence for Captain Kirk, Spock, Dr. McCoy, Batman, Robin, Robin Hood, every pirate that ever was, Ken, the Monkees, Sean Connery, and Glen Campbell? God bless ‘em all. After deep consultation with the judging committee aka Hubbo, the weiner is: “Whaddya say we scare up some white tigers and head to Vegas?” Katie B., come on down! There’s some yarn waiting for you. Thanks for all the...

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Going Once, Going Twice . . .

Dear everybody, And for heaven’s sake, the clock is ticking! Tonight’s your last chance to bid on the two Clapotis scarf auctions that will benefit Oliver’s Fund. Imagine the delight at waking up, watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and discovering that you a) contributed to a great cause and b) scored a perfect Clapotis scarf without having to make it yourself. The auctions are here and...

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Frappr Awards

Frappr Awards

Dear Ann, Isn’t the Frappr map a hoot? It really is like an autograph book. Well, except nobody has written ‘Stay sweet’, or dotted their ‘i’ with a heart. Yet. (Note to everybody who signed my school autograph books and yearbooks, please be assured that I have stayed sweet, to the best of my ability. For a New Yorker, I am very sweet indeed, practically cloying in my superfluous pleases and thankyous.) Anyway,...

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And the Magpies go to . . .

And the Magpies go to . . .

Dear readers, Merry Christmas, everybody! Kay and I have been reading and laughing and weeping ever since the Ultrafestive Holiday Contest began. We received over 70 entries, ranging from the sleek and minimal to a 200-word entry. You rewrote songs, rhymed “Rowan” and “growin’,” and cranked out the best yarn-related haiku and limericks the world has seen. Now. The judging process. I now understand what it feels...

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Announcing: A Holiday Contest

Announcing: A Holiday Contest

Dear readers, As I look around the old homestead, I notice a couple of categories that are worrisomely full: right below Books and Glass Christmas Ornaments is the category known as Yarn. It’s time for the first-ever Mason-Dixon Knitting Ultrafestive Holiday Contest. Here’s the contest: In 20 words or less, explain why you’d like some Rowan Magpie yarn in your life. Four winners will be chosen based on whoever’s reasons...

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