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Suburban Hen House

Suburban Hen House

Dear Kay, Early this morning I opened the back door to bring in the milk,* and about thirty feet back, there he was: a dingy orange brown, the size of a medium dog but not a dog. Pointy nose and a bushy tail. A fox. It was the damndest thing. He froze, looked straight at me, then loped off into the bushes. It’s not like we live in the country. It’s pure old suburbia here, so seeing a FOX is purely weird. A couple of miles from here...

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Making Life Worth Living

Dear Kay, While you’re off cleansing your home of an accumulation of paper that would freak out a fire marshall, I’ve been busy. Anybody who knits observes a few necessary traditions: the winding o’ the yarn. The knitting o’ the swatch. The photocopying o’ the pattern. Making a copy of the pattern is the only way to keep those pattern books from falling into decay or, worse, actual use. Well, it looks like Keava is...

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Slow Knitting 101

Slow Knitting 101

Dear Kay, First of all, Happy Passover! I hope you and the collected fambly folk who land at your house tonight have a splendid evening. The Monday Weigh-In Do you remember when you had a very small baby, say five months old? Remember when you’d hold out that tiny spoon of oatmeal, coaxing your darling to open his pink mouth and slurp it up? Remember how you’d open your mouth too, kind of bend your face into weird shapes while you...

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Knit with Your Feet!

Dear Kay, A quick note to let you know that I have finished exactly one more row of my Keava Fair Isle sweater. One row. Three hundred sixty stitches. Two days. But here’s the deal: the Ocean-colored stitches were done with my right hand, [whisper like the Tales from the Crypt guy] but the Chartreuse ones were done with my left hand. I think I did two-handed Fair Isle. Three-freakin’-hundred-and-freakin’-sixty stitches, knitted...

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Another Smidge of Starmore

Another Smidge of Starmore

Dear Kay, I thought of a little project that I can work on for the next four years or so. (I have so much time on my hands!) Recall the teeny Alice Starmore swatch I was doing? The Keava fair isle with the “key pattern” which mostly looks like wandering angles? This one (she says as she rummages through 400,000 images of every knitting moment of the last six months)? As long as we’re confessing (weren’t we?), I have now...

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Starmania

Starmania

Dear Kay, While you are returning to the real world, I wanted to show you some sweaters which will remind us all of why Miss Starmore is suing everybody. If this entry were on Broadway, it would be called “Color! A Musical.” I cannot get over the vibrancy of these beauties. Admire, if you will, this wee Starmore from Evelyn. Ach! Lurvly! She writes: “It is actually a Jade Starmore design, from Collector’s Item, knit in...

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Miss Alice St*rmore

Miss Alice St*rmore

Dear Kay, In your absence, I have been very busy. I’ve driven 323 miles taking darlings to hi kwalidy activities. Average miles per gallon still at a level that would infuriate the Sierra Club. Been to the grocery store three times, once with a calamitous denial of Pop-Tarts which resulted in the four year old flat on the ground, face down wailing. Watched the same four year old cheerfully learn the backstroke at swimming lessons. Managed...

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