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Tour Bus Omnibus

Tour Bus Omnibus

Dear Ann, I’m having that end-of-semester-and-I-haven’t-started-my-term-paper feeling. So much bloggage, unblogged. Think of this barrage of photos as a big stack of 3×5 cards about the Politburo, copied one after the other on my portable Smith-Corona typewriter with the burnt orange keys and the bad habit of spontaneously shifting into capitals. A term paper overflowing with random disconnected tidbits from the...

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Oz

Oz

Dear Kay, At the airport last night, waiting to fly back to Nashville, I’m sitting, with that stunned and hollow-headed feeling you get when, in fact, your head is not hollow but filled to the point that there’s no room left, and I see this: and think, Pretty roving! The jaunt to Rhinebeck was that way, start to finish. The fiber, it was everywhere, starting at the Philadelphia airport where I come across this item being displayed...

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The Shawled Shoulders of Friends

The Shawled Shoulders of Friends

Dear Ann, I think my trip down the New York State Thruway last night probably took longer than your flights from Poughkeepsie to Nashville via Philadelphia. The long, dark drive gave me time to collect my thoughts after what was surely the fastest 24 hours ever. (I stayed awake by listening to this, but much louder. And here’s Why I Love YouTube, Exhibit A. What that song needed was khakis and ties. Rock it!) If seeking employment...

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Cara’s Pictures

Cara’s Pictures

Dear Ann, Here are some selections from the pictures I elbowed Cara into taking at Rhinebeck on Saturday. Me and my travelling companion and publicist. (“She wrote a book. Are you going to buy it?”) (Sorry Ann, she’s not selling your half of the book. Put your own kids to work.) Carrie is wearing Old Whitby in black denim, a gift from Belinda in London. Kay is wearing Unknown Denim Cardi No. 2 (v-neck and shawl-collared,...

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Been to Canaan

Been to Canaan

Dear Ann, First let me relieve your mind. I spent 3 full hours at Rhinebeck on Saturday, amongst the fleeces and tops, the wheels and the show sheep coiffed to look like standard poodles. Yet somehow I came away without having spent my Pfaff Pfund on an Ashford wheel. I have reached an age of deep self-knowledge. That Pfaff is going to be a workhorse, a companion, a ticket to productive endeavor. The Ashford would be…furniture. ...

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