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We Hold These Truths

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Dear Ann, Happy Fourth of July! Every year, after our hamburgers and hot dogs, we read the Declaration of Independence. We pass it around the table and everyone who can read, reads a bit. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone at the table who can’t read. I know this is probably silly, but having seen Hamilton and listened to the cast recording dozens of times this past year made reading the Declaration much more...

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Reframing Intarsia (and Footie Socks)

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Dear Ann, I feel like it’s time for an update on my Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket, but you’ve gone and got me all het up about the One-Sock Knitalong.  I am strictly an Option Three participant. I knitted one pair of socks, baby sized, at a Cat Bordhi workshop we attended together somewhere back in the mists of time. I did start a pair of red men’s socks, that time when we were trying to persuade Stephen Colbert to do...

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In-carsia

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Dear Ann, I have been on such an endorphin rush with this Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket. It has taken years off my age. (Or maybe, years off my life? Those are two very different things.) This state of elation, of giddiness at the fun of knitting something slightly above my pay grade, has put me in a strange, powerful state of mind. (On Whole30, they call this feeling “Tiger Blood.”) I’m awesome! I can Do...

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Facing into the Tangle: How to Intarsia

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Dear Ann, As you know, I don’t like things that are messy. Like everyone else, I live in a perpetual ebb and flow of disorder, yet I struggle against it with all my might. (One of the happiest moments of my year just happened: the handyman cleaned all the windows in my apartment, inside and outside. In heaven, there are windows, and they are freshly washed.) Having just knit the first 52 rows of Kaffe Fassett’s Big Flower Jacket...

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A Really Lazy Sunday

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Dear Ann: I’m plumb wore out from all my exertions in aid of Passover.  I like to think that on their way home, my guests exclaimed, “Gosh, she makes it look so easy!” But in truth, I probably make it look hard. I tend to get a little sweaty and out of breath by the time people start to arrive. Briskets don’t braise themselves, you know. Here I am, in the thick of it on Friday afternoon. My thoughts at that moment:...

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