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The Function

The Function

Dear Kay, On Friday night, I hosted a Function here at der Haus of Shayne, along with galpals Katie (who can knit but won’t knit because her mother knits a lot) and Betsy (who doesn’t knit but whose English sheepdog Harry who is generating a sweater once we find someone to spin his fur for us). It was a cocktail party given in the name of a good cause.* Doesn’t that sound grownup? Doesn’t that sound like something I never...

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Don’t Drink the KoolAid

Don’t Drink the KoolAid

Dear Ann, I went to visit Cristina on Wednesday. Cristina lives in Philadelphia. This used to mean that I got to knit for 3 hours each way on NJ Transit and then SEPTA. But that left little time for crafting (i.e., borrowing Cristina’s Pfaff), lunching, tea-ing, and yakking–before I had to turn around and get on the train back home. So the last two times, I have driven despite the toll it takes on knitting time. I do get to listen...

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Care Package

Care Package

Dear Kay, I hope you’re having fun at camp. Please remember to wear the flip flops in the shower — I don’t think I need to go into the whole issue of foot hygiene. It doesn’t matter if Jennifer thinks your rain parka makes you look like a Hefty bag. I will not send you another raincoat but I love you anyway — Knowing how important it is to receive mail from home while you’re at camp, I thought I’d go...

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What I Did on my Summer Vacation

What I Did on my Summer Vacation

Dear Kay, I didn’t figure that coming home would be more fun than the trip that preceded it. I’m wandering around the house thinking things like, “Cereal. Look at our options for cereal. Isn’t that great?” Or: “This sure is a great window to look out.” Or: “Weeds can grow fast when they feel like it.” Or: [hugging computer] “My compuuuuuuuuter! I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed...

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Beach Blanket, Bingo

Beach Blanket, Bingo

Dear Ann, A while back, I was inspired by a free pattern that Thomas mentioned, for something called the Psychedelic Squares Afghan. I said to myself, in the robotic imperative that comes over me now and then: “MUST.KNIT.THIS.NOW.” But I did not knit it then. I let the idea percolate for a while. But now, the season approaches in which maternal duty requires me to park myself in a sand chair each Saturday and Sunday, coated in...

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Mean Girls

Mean Girls

Dear Kay, What has happened to us? What’s with this shawl thing? Have we given up on decreases? Remember blocking? Here’s what I’m swimming through these days: This is the Koigu Pure Merino (aka KPM, aka very soft wool yarn) I bought at Personal Threads in Omaha on my Journey of Getting Out of Town. When it finds its destiny it will be a Koigu Alligator Wrap. (Why is this called an Alligator Wrap I know not.) As we all know,...

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Boo Freakin’ Hoo

Dear Kay, I’m sitting here with my English muffin and coffee, having a moment with the New York Times Book Review. I figure: if I’m reduced to listening to books on tape instead of actually reading, I can sure as heck read a crummy book review. So here I am, reading about this new biography of Alexander Hamilton, who (for those like me who can’t remember why he’s on the $20 bill) was the Founding Parent of our country who...

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New hobby: upholstery

New hobby: upholstery

Dear Kay, I’m feeling so flush and clever about my newfound abilities with two-handed Fair Isle that I have rethought my current project, this Alice Starmore pullover. In a couple of weeks, at this rate, it’s going to be a rilly cool slipcover. Here’s the stunning proof that I have completed one pattern repeat of Keava. What’s great about documenting every four rows of this sweater’s progress is that someday I will...

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The Gift That Keeps on Giving

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Dear Kay, As you know, today is my BIRTHDAY. My four-year-old darling Clif came up to me and said, “You know what I’m getting you for your birthday? Yarn.” You know what Hubbo’s family got me for my birthday? Yarn. Kay, you know how I’ve been rattling on about She of the Hebrides, Ms. Alice Starmore? Well, get a load of this: To make this: A great whackin’ pile of Alice Starmore Hebridean 2 ply with which to...

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Wowee!

Wowee!

Dear Kay, While you’re out there in your Conestoga wagon wandering the wilds of the Plains states, getting all Laura Ingalls Wilder on us, I’ve been sitting here in the comfort of my home, patting the surprise visitors who have stopped by in the past few days. Actually, I ate one of them. But more on that later. Surprise Numero Uno First to show up, unannounced and unexpected, was a pressie from Emma. This snurgly skein of...

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