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

Skatepark Steek

Skatepark Steek

Dear Kay, To give you a sense of how gone I am on this Donegal project, I packed up the entire knitting command center–the charts, the swatches, the backup skeins of yarn, the Alice Starmore Celtic Collection book because I’d failed to photocopy the page I needed, the whole megillah–and took it to the skatepark for a three-hour stint while Clif wallowed in his subculture and I in mine. O what a scene it was, with all this mess...

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Dateline: Witch City

Dateline: Witch City

Dear Kay, Ahhhh, greetings from Massachusetts, hon! The plague known as Our Family on the Move is laying waste to lower New England, having landed in Providence, spent a few days in Boston, and now hunkered down in Salem, Mass. We’ve hit the Freedom Trail, the Heritage Trail, and at this point will follow any painted red line on a sidewalk wherever it goes. The Knitting Situation: Up front, I have to tell you that the knitting this week...

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Breaking News: Passing It Forward

Breaking News: Passing It Forward

Dear Kay, I don’t know why it never occurred to me that I wasn’t the only person in the world who was squirreling away Rowan Donegal Lambswool. It just seemed like a weird thing to be doing. I was all settled into a nice, long process of collecting yarn for my Donegal sweater. So when I got an email yesterday from Mary o’ Texas, announcing that she had almost all the yarn I was missing for the Donegal sweater project–and...

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A Grinding Halt

A Grinding Halt

Dear Kay, I don’t think I can properly capture exactly what has been going on in terms of my knitting recently. Actually, I have been reluctant to go into it, because it really does feel like I’ve been in a dark place. A little compulsive. A little too far gone. Even for us, and that is saying something. Here’s the thing: I finished that Keava Fair Isle sweater; I wallowed around in the landscaping for a while; I folded and...

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