Is Starshower the new Honey Cowl? Only time will tell (but it looks good).

Let’s Look At Some Pictures of Rhinebeck, Shall We?

Let’s Look At Some Pictures of Rhinebeck, Shall We?

Dear Ann, First, a brief update on ME. We are fine, thank you to everybody who has asked after us. Our lights flickered but never failed. From inside a 12th-floor apartment, it did not seem like a particularly bad storm–not a lot of noise but a terrible sense of pressure against the windows– but we knew what was happening, and it happened. I have not ventured out of our relatively unscathed Upper West Side neighborhood yet. ...

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What What

What What

Dear Ann, It seems that I’ve taken an unscheduled holiday from our beloved blog. The truth is, Real Life has been hopping. Hopping I tell you! The Dead Sea Highlighters have been excavated again, as somebody in our house will be called to the Torah as a bar mitzvah next month. The 6-8 weeks leading up to a bar mitzvah can really explode a person’s schedule. In fairness, they should throw in ordination at the end of the process,...

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Rhinebeck Blowback, Or, The Attitude Is Gratitude

Rhinebeck Blowback, Or, The Attitude Is Gratitude

Dear Kay, Seriously, it took me about a week to get over the New York Sheep and Wool Festival. I may never get over it. Maybe it was the superb weather, or the breathtaking and MEMORABLE traffic, or the serendipity of running into so many cool knitters–whatever the convergence, Rhinebeck was deeply, awesometastically great. I think it was that moment of bonding with that Cotswold sheep that did it. She was telling me something, and yes it...

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Rhinebeck Bound

Rhinebeck Bound

Dear Ann, You are here. We had fun watching 8000 people waiting in line for the Uniqlo grand opening on Fifth Avenue, didn’t we? We are leaving for Rhinebeck in 15 minutes. It’s high time to blog about our Rhinebeck sweaters! Oh dang. We didn’t knit Rhinebeck sweaters. If you see this blanket, the person underneath it will be either Ann or...

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Now With More Chewing

Dear Ann, I just discovered Clara’s video tour of Rhinebeck 2010. It says a lot about Rhinebeck. And a little about Clara. (Example: Clara likes sheep. Who knew?) All of the fun, none of the calories (or the Holidome-a-roma). ...

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Ladies With An Attitude/Fellas That Are In the Mood

Dear Ann, I’m so excited! And also devastated! (I’m exvastated!) Look what our brilliant bestest pal Gale Zucker is going to be up to at Rhinebeck this weekend: [Link to FANTASTIC VIDEO has been removed due to noise; it was getting people in trouble at work, and startling me half to death every time I checked the blog. Go see it at She Shoots Sheep Shots!] Isn’t it killing you that we won’t be there, wigs waving in...

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Proof (if any was needed) that The Holidome Is No Canyon Ranch

Dear Ann, We’re on teevee! Here we are, goofing off while being interviewed at Rhinebeck by the unfailingly gracious CAT of Let’s Knit 2gether. Not for nothing, but could either of us get any pastier? Was it just the overcast skies? I mean, no offense, but geez. You can almost smell the Holidome chlorine wafting off the screen. I am just saying. Next year: pack blow dryer. Everything I have been knitting is either...

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Rhinebeck ’09: Tales from the Holidome

Rhinebeck ’09: Tales from the Holidome

Dear Kay, Ay yi yi! We’re gonna just go Jazz Odyssey on this and see where it leads us. Rhinebeck this year was the sort of weekend when time moves superslow and superfast at the same time. I LOVE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS. The basic configuration was Kay, Ann, and the sublime duo of Mary Neal de Chicago and Bonne Marie de Chicago. In the calm before the Holidome, it was important to have a little palate cleanser. After reconnoitering at La...

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Tour Bus Omnibus

Tour Bus Omnibus

Dear Ann, I’m having that end-of-semester-and-I-haven’t-started-my-term-paper feeling. So much bloggage, unblogged. Think of this barrage of photos as a big stack of 3×5 cards about the Politburo, copied one after the other on my portable Smith-Corona typewriter with the burnt orange keys and the bad habit of spontaneously shifting into capitals. A term paper overflowing with random disconnected tidbits from the...

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Oz

Oz

Dear Kay, At the airport last night, waiting to fly back to Nashville, I’m sitting, with that stunned and hollow-headed feeling you get when, in fact, your head is not hollow but filled to the point that there’s no room left, and I see this: and think, Pretty roving! The jaunt to Rhinebeck was that way, start to finish. The fiber, it was everywhere, starting at the Philadelphia airport where I come across this item being displayed...

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