Dear knitting friends, both far and near
It's Mason-Dixon Knitting here.
Your frabjous galpals, Ann and Kay
Are hollering, "Calloo! Callay!"
Once again, inspired by that elegant codger,
The New Yorker's
arch Angell, Roger
We don't expect to do him justice
Roger wins at rhyming -- trust us
’Tis seasonish to say hello
And wonder, where'd this damn year go?
2016 has been great fun*
*Unless fun is something you've actually done.
It's been busy here at MDK
We've hardly rested a single day
Back in January, after New Year's
We first broke bread with Orbiteers
"Fix This Old House!" we begged those guys
Whose ways of web design are wise
In our handknit pockets we did scrounge
To come up with dosh to build The Lounge
With this modicum of backing
A brand-new place for knitters yakking
We wanted room to play and dally
And mention knitting (occasionally)
We typed out emails, spring and summer
Recruiting writers as our fingers got number
For Clara Parkes
we held our breath
scared us half to death
We crossed our needles (it came out fine)
When we got Meg Swansen
on the line
, and Melanie
--stars so rare
They only need one name, like Cher
We wish for all our contributories
A never-ending font of stories
To Alice Beltran
, many comics, so graphic!
And for life coach Max Daniels
, we wish yooge traffic.
, who illo'd our coloring book
Cheers for giving Knitstrips
a whole new look.
And much as we adore a weenie dog,
None can out-cute our sweet Martini
, may we drop over?
We'll take, perchance, a cup of Stopover
To Ann Weaver
, we send all the feels
And sets of shiny color wheels
, we toast the brain
That conjured Cardigan Redmayne
To Mary Neal
, whose Mittenquest
Adorned our shop, we send our best.
We send Mystery Red Spice in a box
To crock-pot hot shot Carrington Fox
Let hosannas ring over hill and dale,
To Shankland (Antonia
), and Zucker (Gale).
What is that we hear you say?
This year was not just about MDK?
We lift our heads up from our labors
To send congrats to our fab neighbors.
Let's whistle, stomp and clap all claps
For Kate and Jen's brave Book of Haps
And dance a tender, waddling waltz
With the penguins of dear Anna Maltz
And when speaking of our Sweaterspotter
Let's give three bags full for the Shepherd's Daughter
Only the loudest huzzahs will do
For The Shepherd's Life
and The Shepherd's View
We saved our most nutcrackerish twirls
For the lovely Pompom
And Scotland gets a blue-faced shriek
and Shetland Wool Week
Over here, across the lagoon
We have our own geniuses, late and soon.
Norah made the cables clatter
Herzog helped us us Knit to Flatter
Drop-Dead Easy Knits
brought the thunder
still reigns as crazy-shawl wonder.
We're older now than in these shots
But we still love you, lots and lots.
2016 was so callous and mean
That no stars can die until 2019.
2017: you are doing us a fright
But we will not go gentle into that good night.
We'll knit on, with hope, tho' crises befall us
If nothing else, this new year will pi-shawl us.
RAUCOUS NEW YEAR REVELS TO ALL.
With much love,
Kay and Ann
P.S. In case you're new here, the photos that accompany this post are out-takes from our 2008 video, Pardon Me (I Didn't Knit That For You),
aka the most fun thing we have ever done.