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Weekend (Dishrag) Knitting

Weekend (Dishrag) Knitting

Dear Ann, Let’s review our current Situation, Summer 2006. You: living in a tin-roofed shack. No doubt rendering squirrel fat as we speak. (“Kids, we’re having tacos tonight!”) Me: communicating with the world via princess phone. My current telephone number has LETTERS. Do you remember the sound of a princess telephone ringing? Not princess-like at ALL. It rings like a death in the family, every time. Oh, and...

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The State of the Blanket

The State of the Blanket

Dear Ann, Honey I’m ho-ome! Of course I’m going to blog in luxurious sens-u-round about my fab time in England, with particular emphasis on: A Boy and His Dune Buggy Disguised As An Electric Wheelchair, clothes-shopping with Trinny and Susannah’s main competition (aka Polly and Belinda) (“cinch it!” “nip it!” “tie something in front of it!”–these were just a few of the helpful (no...

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London Blanket

London Blanket

Dear Ann, Weekend before last, the family went to Florida for the weekend to attend a memorial service in honor of a beautiful friend who lived to the fullest almost every minute of her 85 years. Florida explains the sunlight and greenery in some of the pictures. Others go to Florida to swim and bask and wear green & pink capri pants. Me, I’m not a sun person. I’m a knitting person. We were about to go through security at La...

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One Cute Package, Wasted

One Cute Package, Wasted

Dear Ann, Last week I went to a Liberty Game with Ivan, aka Taro’s dad. I brought the Taro Blankie in a shopping bag. In an effort to achieve new levels of wabi-sabi charm, I had folded and tied the blanket into an inside-out bundle of joy, with the label serving as gift tag. For whose benefit was this cuteness? Not Taro–he’s too little. Not Ivan–he’s a guy. From childhood, girls know that they are not...

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Quilt-Knitting Monday

Quilt-Knitting Monday

Dear Ann, So there I was Sunday afternoon, hanging out the knitting on the clothesline. Happy as a pig in a blanket, because I’ve finished the denim blanket for my friends’ baby, Taro. I took a few pictures, because when you have an FO, it’s all about the bragging, isn’t it? I love the way Belinda’s space-bleached patch (lower right) throws everything off-kilter. Your eye doesn’t get what it expects. I...

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Baby Steps

Baby Steps

Dear Ann, As you know, when I’m not checking the blog to see how many catalogs have been cancelled and whether you’re ambulatory, I’ve been doing a bit of mitering. As always, my plans at first were grandiose: I wanted to make a large denim mitered-square blanket like Belinda’s majestic original. Then I thought, ‘Um…nah. Too much work. I’ve done this queen-sized mitered-square blanket thing a bit too...

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Gandhi Would Be Proud

Gandhi Would Be Proud

Dear Ann, You’d think it would be fairly easy to take a picture of a baby on a baby blanket: 1. Place baby on blanket. 2. Snap picture. How hard could it be? I set out to do this last week with the group-knit orangey-pink mitered square blanket for Lis’s baby girl, Jamie. (Details on how to make a blanket like this are here). Like most knitters of mitered square blankets, I’m a fairly stubborn person; oh yeah, I can get...

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Ultimate Beach Blanket

Ultimate Beach Blanket

Dear Ann, Try to imagine the thrill I got when I opened the email containing this photo: About an hour ago, in London, my e-pal Belinda finished putting the border on this mitered squares blanket. In case you have been dozing off during my previous lectures about denim yarn, let me point out that this is an all-denim blanket. You know how the Kay loves the denim. You know how the Kay loves the mitered squares. Super Fantastic! This blanket...

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The Sisterhood of the Blankie

The Sisterhood of the Blankie

Dear Ann, Well, there I went, calling myself a control freak, and I didn’t even set a deadline for the Jamie Blankie [hangs head in shame]. I didn’t even give any finished measurements for the squares [writhes in humiliation]. What the heck: it turns out I’m bossy but I’m not all that effective at controlling other people. And isn’t controlling people the whole point–the joy, really– of being a...

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Pedicure: Special Victims Unit

Pedicure:  Special Victims Unit

Dear Ann, After three weeks in flip-flops, I am back, all in one piece. A chipped, snaggly piece, but whole. Fear not, Ann, I will tidy up the hoof-sprouting extremities before Sunday. And while I was away, there you went breaking the sacred rules of our blog. For example, remember what we agreed about Burt Bacharach? How we were only going to speak of him with reverence and awe, and never ever make fun of anything he was wearing in the 70s...

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