A one-minute audio linguistics lesson: how New Orleanians pronounce “Chartres.”

Is Sock Knitting Over?


Dear Ann, How’s that for a clickbait title to break the Internet? Welcome, irate mob of newcomers to our blog! We’re just big fat kidders, me and Ann. Do not kill me with a DPN to the heart. Hear me out. As a garment, are socks too VISIBLE for you? Do you want to spend your time knitting something exquisitely beautiful, yet entirely private? Are your foot-insulation strategies nobody’s business but your own? Then, my friend,...

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Lazy Sunday Forecast: Gloomy with a Chance of Crotchetiness

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Dear Ann: Ah, Sweden. Impossibly good-looking people! Socialized medicine! Shared child care! Affordable home furnishings that are hard to put together! Open-faced sandwiches! The midnight sun! Lingonberries! Colorful yoked sweaters! A show set in Sweden must be very wholesome knittertainment, right? Nah. Forget everything you thought you knew about Sweden. Sweden is a hellscape of brutal violence and rainy weather. I know this because I am a...

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A High-Voltage Giveaway: Jade Sapphire Mongolian Cashmere


Dear Ann, A few years ago, I discovered Jade Sapphire Mongolian Cashmere, and went kind of nuts on the stuff.  The first thing I made was a modified version of the Wool Peddler Shawl, with a barely ruffling ruffle, that grew so large that I kept going back to Purl Soho to get another skein, and another skein, of the 2-ply cashmere and silk-cashmere blend. I took pictures of it in Central Park, and sent it off to a friend in need of comfort,...

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Laziest Sunday Ever


Dear Ann, I’m absolutely not having a Lazy Sunday today. If all goes as planned, I’ll be up at dawn and heading to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival, where I’ll hand out buttons picturing Olive in a lopapeysa and shop for yarn and watch sheepdog trials and generally have a fabulous time, periodically breaking for a Larabar and reapplication of sunscreen. If you’re going to the festival and you see me, please say hi....

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Middle Aged? Or Midcentury Modern?


Dear Kay, Here, for your Saturday edification, is “The M Word,” a post from about a decade ago. I have to laugh. In this post, I lost my composure over being called middle aged—back when I was 43. Ah, youth! The post does include a quote from Paul Newman that I love even more, ten years later: “I’m not vain and insecure like many of my fellow actors and actresses. Quite frankly, I like the way I look. I’m not jumping on the...

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Giveaway: It’s Rainbow Roll (Hallelujah)


Dear Ann, (You’re welcome for the earworm. Amen!) Remember January? San Diego? TNNA? Our youth? How smitten and tickled and intrigued we were by our first sighting of Noro Rainbow Roll? And then came Stopover Fever, and the realization that Rainbow Roll, which is nothing more or less than soft, bendy pencil roving in magical Noro-designed color progressions, is the Japanese cousin of Icelandic plötulopi (aka plutoloopy), the unspun,...

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