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Mason-Dixon Mailbag: Silver Lining Edition

Mason-Dixon Mailbag: Silver Lining Edition

Dear Kay, I never cease to be amazed whenever I hear from a far-flung knitter. Knitting Her Way Through the Apocalypse We can all envy at least one person stranded in Europe under the giant volcanic ash cloud: Leah. Leah is stuck in Stockholm, trying to get back to Ohio. I suggested that maybe this was actually kind of a good thing. I mean: I love Ohio and all, but Stuck in Stockholm sounds like a Meg Ryan movie to me. She writes that she has...

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Mason-Dixon Mailbag: Our Far-Flung Correspondent

Mason-Dixon Mailbag: Our Far-Flung Correspondent

Dear Kay, We just got a letter from my sister-in-law Mary Neal–she who designed the Knitty Jamesey pattern, she who provides us here at MDK with the broad view of the worldwide textile scene, she who puts up with my wandering brother Clif. Read on: Dear Ann, Your brother Clif has returned at last from being in China all summer. As usual, he was on the job being our extremely foreign textile correspondent. For those who want to play along...

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Spring Break, Mayan Style

Spring Break, Mayan Style

Dear Kay. Kay, Kay, Kay, Kaaaaaaaaaaaaay, It’s funny. Before I met you in actual real person, back in the olden days when we were writing each other like a couple of dotty Victorians, I imagined you sitting in some vague New York apartment. You had a vague, undiagnosable accent; your features were vague–you were this puffy cloud of a person. It was only when you told me some detail of your life that the fog lifted. Carrie has big...

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And NO BOYS! I MEAN IT!

Dear Kay, As you may have heard, Spring Break is upon us. At 12:01 pm yesterday, life as I know it ended, and the tasty thing known as Time to Myself has evaporated. I can feel it already–there has already been a request for Lucky Charms, the official breakfast cereal of Spring Break. I’m going to be away next week, so I need you to house-sit for me. Here are the things that need to be taken care of: 1. Feed the blog. There’s a...

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Where the Curls Are

Where the Curls Are

Dear Ann, I stopped by over at Curls and Purls to see what arrangements Lis had made for posting to her blog while she’s in China. Guess what? She made arrangements for you and I to report on her news from China. So here goes, from your curly-haired (NOT!) New York correspondent Kay Gardiner, live on location (sitting at her computer receiving emails) di-reckly from China: Hi All!! I have arrived safe and sound in Beijing!! All I can...

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From the Bagram Bazaar

From the Bagram Bazaar

Dear Kay, Sometimes the mailbox provides a total surprise. A bit of Afghanistan showed up the other day, from our now nonvirtual friend Tish whom we met in the flesh at the New York sew-up. These scarves (she sent two) were sent to her by her sister Jenny, who as you recall is a member of the armed forces stationed in Afghanistan. Here’s what Tish tells us: “These are the size headscarves normally worn by men, but with the ouster...

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The Velvet Revolution

Dear readers, and you too, Kay, Several of you have asked about the safety of my brother Clif and his wife Mary Neal, who are spending six months in Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia. (Mary Neal is the one who has been giving us superb fiber arts reportage from central Asia, if you’re joining us late. She is also a rabid fan of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and Nine Inch Nails.) Anybody watching CNN today may have seen the scenes of...

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The Warm Heart of Georgia

The Warm Heart of Georgia

Dear Kay, Our Senior Fiber Arts Correspondent in Soviet Georgia, my sister-in-law Mary Neal, has resurfaced after a week or so of political protests and fervent singing of “Mshtylia Nino Bleevya” (“We Shall Overcome” or “Kumbaya” or “It’s a Small World” or something). Why she and my brother would choose this garden spot for a six-month sojourn continues to stump those of us over here with...

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A Smoke Signal

Dear readers, Like a message in a bottle (from a borrowed Blackberry PDA, actually), a cryptic message arrived yesterday: Missing all the doings at mdk but drinking just enough to dull the pain. The real sedative is food. I’m so glad Kay has found a way to muddle through what must be a dreadful experience: a week of extreme chowhounding and wine testing. Love, Ann

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Tell That Old Lady about eBay

Tell That Old Lady about eBay

Dear Kay, Well, it’s about time. As you know, my brother Clif the art prof and his family are spending a few months in the former Soviet republic of Georgia. It’s, like, where there are really great oriental rugs and enough alcohol to stun a yak. Our Senior Fiber Arts Correspondent in Tbilisi, Mary Neal (aka Mrs. Clif), has finally surfaced with a report on her field research. She has already blown her allowance on acquisitions for...

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