Is Starshower the new Honey Cowl? Only time will tell (but it looks good).

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakthrough

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakthrough

Dear Ann, You shoulda been there on Saturday, July 9, for Gale Zucker’s Photography for Knitters workshop, aka The Real Knitters of the Hamptons. It was so deluxe. At the beginning, while her students gently pre- and re-caffeinated, Gale re-gale-d us with an instructive slide show. She showed exquisite images that she had taken on assignment, letting us ooh and/or aah, and then telling us what she didn’t like about them. It was...

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If You’re In the Hamptons and Your Photo Skillz Need A Boost

If You’re In the Hamptons and Your Photo Skillz Need A Boost

Dear Ann, Thank goodness for Twitter and Words With Friends, or I’d start to think the both of us had disappeared from the face of the Interwebs. Words With Friends? I have concluded that it’s how the terrorists are going to win, while America stares at its smartphones trying to make a word out of 7 consonants and a badly placed E. And if not the terrorists, it’s how some of our most favorite knitting buddies (hello, Lauren?...

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Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Daze

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Daze

Dear Ann, We find ourselves in August again. For you, August is hurry-up time, school’s about to start. Meanwhile, up here, nothing is about to start, and as it gets later in the month, it seems like nothing ever will. Apart from the mass shleppage of heavily-laden L.L. Bean Boat Totes into and out of the city, there ain’t a lot going on. The local economy is being supported entirely by tour groups from France and Italy, to judge...

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The Hamptons: Land of Zero Point Zero Contrasts

The Hamptons:  Land of Zero Point Zero Contrasts

Dear Ann, Hi doll. I’m out in Southampton, where the geraniums are all lipstick red, the dogs are all blow-dried, and the American flags flutter, but do not flap. And where you will be ticketed if you stay in that parking space for longer than 30 minutes. Especially if you are as haggish as moi, in my flip flops, and my straw hat that is old enough to have belonged to Gertrude Jekyll. There ought to be an ordinance against me. Maybe...

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Just Joffin’ Around

Just Joffin’ Around

Dear Ann, My Labor Day weekend started early this year. I had a visit from Meli & Mom and their assistant, Other Ann. We passed an idyllic couple of days eating as much as possible. You know it’s going to be Good Times when a houseguest hands you a Costco-size cheese danish before she even gets out of the car. I think my first bite still had Saran Wrap on it. Meli demonstrates that the Rule Against Multiple Handknits does not...

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Now Joining the North and South

Dear People Who Are Still With Us, We’re tuckered out. So tired we can’t even go find any goofy stuff on YouTube. (That’s TARRED, my friends. That’s zero-point-zero gumption. Tai Bo? Kung Fu? Did anybody else see Bronx Beat last night?) This week’s agenda is hinted at in this lovely photo (Thanks, Mary!). See that freight car? That’s Ann’s Suitcase of Love, which is packed with knitterly...

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Reyoonited and It Smells So Good

Dear Kay, Sweet sassy molassy, it’s here, and it doesn’t even smell like smoke or jet fuel or Vinny OR Artie. I’ve never hugged a suitcase before, but it’s like that scene in Reds where Diane Keaton sees Warren Beatty in the train station, and she thought he was gone forever and–oh, Suitcase! I thought you were dead! Thank you for your concern, everybody. Believe me, if I could figure out how to carry on all that...

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Dateline: Limbo

Dateline: Limbo

Dear Kay, Greetings from Nashville! I just love awanderin’ the big city with ya and all, but there’s no place like home. Within five minutes of giving the fellas a souvenir from New York, a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys, one of them took a magnifying glass out into the sunny day and set fire to a wicker basket on the front steps. I mean, on fire. Like, comes-and-gets-Mom on fire. They didn’t get the idea to set fire to a...

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Where The Girls Are

Where The Girls Are

Dear Ann, So. Here was the situation this past weekend: seven females, ranging in age from 5 to (ahem) 50. (A real RECENT 50, a very FRESH and SPRITELY 50.) We ventured, in a mutually supportive and empathetic way, with plenty of “please”s, “thank you”s, and “don’t do that, sweetheart”s, to a house in sunny, springlike UnHampton. UnHampton is a mythical place that is surrounded on all sides by...

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Picnic at Split Rock

Picnic at Split Rock

Dear Ann, The last 10 days of August were quite literally a washout on the East End of Long Island. Now, I had no right to mope. Weather is weather. I generally like the rain, as it provides a respite from Wholesome Outdoor Activity. I can do more knitting, more quilting, more [insert seated activity here]. But day after day of rain, in a town with one movie theatre and no bowling alley—it eats the soul. You can read only so many...

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