For the look of Relax in a worsted weight yarn, take a look at Worsted Boxy.

Dateline: Indianapolis

Dateline: Indianapolis

Dear Kay, I don’t know about you, but I am still on the mend after that weekend in Indianapolis. I’m still wearing my name badge. I keep mistaking my stash for a yarn booth. I look my children square in the eye, shake their hands, and say, “Hi! I’m Ann Shayne and we just wrote a really AWESOME knitting book would you like to see it sure ya would here it is.” The National Needlearts Association trade show is kind of...

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Dateline: Four Various States in the Midwest

Dateline: Four Various States in the Midwest

Dear Kay, I hope to heck you make it back from Omaha in one piece. I feel like I’ve left a trail of wreckage. I just located my camera’s USB cable–finally!–which had wormed itself into a shoe which was hidden under a bag of yarn which was crammed in the bottom of my suitcase. Which was full of clothes. Which are grubby. Plus one leftover sweet roll from your mom, which I will treasure like it’s the Nun Bun. I sure...

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Yarn Shop and Oh, Sooooooooo Much More

Yarn Shop and Oh, Sooooooooo Much More

Dear everybody, First of all, great news! Really great news. Intrepid blogger Cristina has created a rumpus room online for everybody working on projects from the book. Her Mason-Dixon Knitalong has appeared like MAGIC, and it’s going to be a ton of fun for everybody who’d like to share tips, UFOs, FOs, suggestions, mint julep recipes, and deep philosophical musings about life. You can post your own entries, photos, mint julep...

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There’s No Place Like Home

There’s No Place Like Home

Dear Ann, Last Thursday evening, I must have dozed off for a minute or something. I blame it on low blood sugar and the balmy air of late April. When I came to, this is what I saw: Well, that doesn’t narrow it down much, does it? What are we talking–Huntsville? Nashville? Some other Ville? Where was I? Cool as a cucumber, I called upon my inner Double Agent to assess the situation. I looked around for clues as to my...

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In Which Our Heroines Blab and Buy Yarn in the South

In Which Our Heroines Blab and Buy Yarn in the South

Dear everybody, Seeing as how Kay and I have been fighting for two days about who’s going to get to blog our travels, we have made the rare decision to simulblog. You’ll just have to sort out who’s saying what here. Nashville! O Nashville! Ann draws strength from the Vince Lombardi quote she just read in the NewsChannel 5 break room. There was a real fambly reunion of Hubbo’s relatives at Davis-Kidd Booksellers on...

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DC: Not the Colbert Report–But Chock Full of Truthiness!

DC: Not the Colbert Report–But Chock Full of Truthiness!

Dear Kay, Getting the bath products ready for your arrival. Lavender or grapefruit? Lavendy-grapefruit, you say? Okey-dokey! To Silver Spring! Your dear friend Pam, who I want to hijack as MY friend, helped us find our way around the devilish streets of Washington. (Let us pause to wish that in the Afterlife, all hub-and-spoke city planners, and especially Monsieur L’Enfant, are trapped in an eternal traffic circle, or perhaps a perpetual...

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Finally, Finely!

Finally, Finely!

Dear Ann, OK. Technical difficulties have been overcome, and at last I can sing our aria about last Saturday’s events at Finely a Knitting Party, a lovely shop in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania. First, a confession. We used to be confused by the name of this shop, Finely a Knitting Party. What’s up with that, we wondered. Since our booksigning, we are no longer confused about the “Finely” bit (the owners are Cathy and Ed...

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Dateline: Washington

Dateline: Washington

Dear Kay, my constant and I do mean constant companion, It was so great to fly into Washington on Monday and look down from the plane to see 300,000 people thronging the streets to celebrate the art of knitting. Yaaaay knitting! I just love Washington–all those Harrison Ford movies, all the people who tell you they have jobs with vague names like Consultant or Advisor, the fact that there ARE actual spies wandering around. I think at least...

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Pixelfest 2006: Now With Lite Blabbing

Pixelfest 2006:  Now With Lite Blabbing

Dear Ann, The time we’ve been having lately? There are no words. Okay, I probably can come up with some words. But really, you can’t say we didn’t know that knitters, individually and as a group, are truly, madly and deeply strange, in the best possible way. Yet still we were unprepared. We were particularly unprepared for a Vintage Toilet Paper Cozy, which caused us to spew Moon Pie crumbs across a room on Saturday. But...

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Slouching toward Philadelphia

Slouching toward Philadelphia

Dear Kay, Hi. Me again, back at the airport–the Philadelphia airport. Remember? The one where you just dropped me off, the one where we just had a knock-down drag-out about whether US Air is in Terminal A West or Terminal B? Don’t worry, I forgive you for saying the sentence “I know they don’t have airports with more than one gate in Nashville . . .” And yes, I’ve got my earplugs hooked up. There’s a...

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