Here at Afghanalong HQ, we’ve been wearing our Spiderman PJs and playing indoor baseball (we’re moving soon, and the new guy surely will re-paint, so why not have a catch with our new Derek Jeter gloves?). More to the point, June has been bustin’ out all over. We received well over 100 squares, not counting the piles that are being amassed in offshore locations like Revitz House in Maryland (and Polly House in England). Our knitters this month included Valentina, Melissa B., “C.M.”, Carolyn (Our Lady of Perpetual Garter Stitch), Lydia, Michelle C., Emily, Kathy M., Cathy C., Jacinta, Sarah W., Abby, Norma, Melanie, Larissa L’Artiste, Cristina, Katie, Jenny S., Amanda H., Amy BC, Elizabeth D., Eva, Maggi, Melinda, Alice, Mary B. of Richmond, Jessica, Polly, Barbara, Rebecca, and the valiant Revitzin.
You’ve Got Maps!
The maps are pretty exciting this month. Here is the origin of squares by
Thanks to our new friend Eva, we are experiencing the Unbearable Lightness of Being (being able to put the Czech Republic on our map, that is). (Although I do wish Eva lived close enough to just drop them by my apartment, as I originally wrote back when she emailed me for the address; it’s not such a small world after all.)
Here we have our USA map, which boasts 2 new states: Vermont (thanks Norma and Emily!) and Michigan (thanks Mary B.!). Careful readers will recall that Mary B. lives in Virginia. In a blatant carpetbagging maneuver (which we applaud and appreciate), Mary attempted to plant the Afghanalong flag in Michigan by mailing her squares from the airport during a layover in Detroit. She has provided me with a lengthy and detailed affidavit documenting the many gates she traversed in search of the Business Center, which was closed for the day. She ended up taking her squares home and mailing them from Richmond.
Here’s the thing: Mary B. was in Michigan. Her squares were in Michigan, in a postage-paid envelope no less. By the powers vested in me as the Ruler of This Here Afghanalong, I say the hell with it: LET THERE BE LIGHT IN MICHIGAN.
The Cotton Braid
In this month’s drawing, the Rowan Cotton Braid— all 13 balls of its fabulous rick-rackiness–goes to Katie in Cambridge, Massachusetts. It seems meet and right that a yarn of such cosmic complexity should go to a Knitting Physicist of the stature of Katie, who has cracked the molecular secrets of dishcloth cotton. I see a Nobel Prize-winning poncho, or at the very least a pullover named after a tropical cocktail, in Katie’s late-summer knitting. Matter is neither created nor destroyed, and that goes for Cotton Braid, missy. Congrats Katie!
Next Month’s Yarn
August 1 will be our sixth and last regular drawing for Rowan yarn (sob!). Each square that we receive by August 1 will earn its knitter one chance to win a bag of that venerable workhorse of the Rowan stable, Handknit DK Cotton, in Shade No. 301, “Foggy”. Foggy is a soft sage green. All 10 skeins are hermetically sealed in a genuine plastic bag whose sole embellishment is a Liberty of London sale sticker.
(To save people from stressing out, we are going to put any squares that we receive after the August 1 deadline into a drawing at one of the sew-up bees. So calm down people! It’s almost over, but it’s not over yet.)
Back in February, when we announced the Afghanalong, we said there would be old-timey sew-up bees in New York and Nashville, and so there shall. The date for the New York City Sew-Up Bee has been set, tentatively, for the afternoon of Sunday, September 12, in Manhattan. We have high hopes that Ann and Polly can be there on that date. If you can make it to New York to join us, SAVE THE DATE. There will be:
People you have met on the Internet who actually have faces and bodies and exist in time and space!
As the date approaches, we will announce more details and ask people to RSVP to ensure optimum supplies and space for all this sewing and snacking activity. Stay tuned!
Thanks to everyone who knitted!
And PS from Ann: The Southern Edition of the Mason-Dixon Knitting Afghanalong Sew-up Bee is also in the works. If you live south of the Mason-Dixon, start lining up those babysitters, start calculating that comp time, start counting those frequent flyer miles. We’ll let you know when we’ll be sewing up in Nashville.