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  • I know just what you mean. I knit in a vacuum until last year when I started working at the Knit Cafe in LA. It’s great to have community, both virtual and real.

  • Note to self: MUST KNIT A BI-POLAR LOG CABIN. Black/charcoal/depths of despair on one side of each immense block; zippity-do-dah on the other. Somehow your photos of the Tailgate Antiques Show make it seem like a downright curatorial, juried affair. In real life, it’s the Tailspin Antiques Show. A blur of whatthehellizTHAT.
    It’ll be fun seeing what pictures you can pull out of the Ann Archives between now and when you get your camera fixed. Personally I’d like to see more of the Parade of Shacks. You can’t find good shacks just by randomly driving around anymore. They’ve all been gussied up and vinyl-sided and brickfaced. Grundy County has Destination Shacks. I especially like the Grundy County windows that one can just step out of. Why are windows so HIGH nowadays, I wonder? And what excellent, what is the term for it–oh yeah, ROT–what excellent rot on the bottom of those clapboards. The real deal. Please Do Not Disturb The Rot.
    Could you please take more ultra-close-ups of me?
    xoxox Kay

  • I started a knitting group in Lille with Bulle, in September I think, and we’ve been meeting weekly ever since. It’s the opportunity to share tips, techniques, show each other books, tell each other how fab a piece of work looks, in other words: GREAT STUFF! I aslo took part in two of the Paris-Tricot sessions oragnised by Marie and it’s good to put faces on the names of the blogs you read every day.
    Hope your knitting circle brings you the same satisfaction.

  • Kay? Did you read that? That’s all I’m sayin’.

  • Ann, why did you show my house???
    Busted!!!

  • ann… knitting “bees” are all the rage….and warm and fuzzy, too….what diversity in yarns, projects, topics, and PEOPLE!… knitters here are going crazy with doggie sweaters for the household pooch of any dimension… and “pon-chettes”, the smaller, trendier version of the more mature poncho… you know, for those CA. sub zero nights….huh?

  • Hey, Ann, love the Love Shack parade… I just got a mailer from an honest-to-god professional photo house, and it had shacks, but yours is better. So there.
    And talk about knitting groups: last Saturday my LYS (Wool & Company in Geneva, IL) hosted the funnest thing I have been to in years–a YarnOver or YawnOver, depending on who you ask. A slumber party for knitting grownups. I’m not much of a group person, but after a lovely birthday dinner my two sisters took me to this. It was SO MUCH FUN. Started at 9:00 PM, a dozen or so people, lots of good snacks, and lots of knitting and talking about knitting and show-and-tell-your-knitting and shopping for yarn and as far as I could tell no one slept. I made it till about 2:30, and I heard later a few diehards went till dawn. What a concept! What fun! And the sense of community, being with fun, smart people as nutty as I am about this stuff–it was great. I’m thinking I need a regular-ish group.
    Kay, that poncho is v. cute. J told me she MIGHT wear a poncho from the store, but didn’t want a “homemade” one. Lord, that child is stubborn. Where does she get that from, couldn’t be ME…

  • I’m just still laughing at Kay’s comments. Too funny, and I’m just lovin’ it up here in frigid Vermont. Bad roads up here today, bad roads.

  • I finally joined the informal Wednesday morning quilt group in my neighborhood (thank God for preschool!) and I’m afraid I corrupted them. I had to finish something (sock, scarf, poncho??) for one of my kids so I brought it to quilting. The hostess for that week immediately pulled out a couple of her gorgeous sweaters to show me and started asking questions about my felted market bag (thanks Polly!). Next thing you know, she’s put down her wallhanging project and pulled out a sock to work on. The following week, one of the other gals brought a fuzzy scarf to work on. I’ve also got my girl scouts (I’m co-leader of a group of 9 7th and 8th grade girls, including my middle daughter) bringing their knitting to me at the hockey rink during games (“I think I did something weird on this row” or “look what I made!”). I think one of the hockey dads is even ready to take up the needles again. It’s a wonderful thing.

  • Hiya from the square next door! (2nd row, #6)
    Thanks for the links to Stephanie’s sew-up photos. What a kick to see all the squares finding their homes in some *gorgeous* afghans!

  • Ann, this story is almost enough to make me resume my churchgoing ways. (Although I have trouble picturing any of the women at my church knitting away in cheery wool-induced bonhomie…maybe that is part of the problem?) But I’m happy for you, in a thoroughly jealous, oh-yeah-Ann-is-the-woman-who-gets-to-go-strawberry-picking-too, kind of way.