We don’t exactly know how to tell you this, but for the past eight months or so, we have been been fooling around. We have been knitting in secret and making foxy young pals model the stuff we made. Like characters in a bad Country & Western song, we have been book-writin’ when we should have been knitbloggin’.
Yes, book-writin’. See?
Eight-year-old Carrie took one look at the edited manuscript and said, “Wow. You must have made a lot of mistakes.”
But, mistakes and all, we are really excited that we will have a book that we can give to friends and relatives for every birthday until they say, “Uh, thanks, it’s so great to have three of these now. I’m good.”
The book won’t be out until next spring, from Clarkson Potter/Random House. The title will be Mason-Dixon Knitting. (Isn’t that a great title? We’re still looking for a subtitle if you’ve got any good ones….)
Some outtakes from the last few months:
Ann and her sister-in-law Mary Neal knit some stuff while other stuff was being photographed at a borrowed house in the Catskills. That night, the Knitting Slumber Party continued while we ate cashew brittle as an entree, gossiped about people related to Ann and Mary Neal (Kay tried to get a word in edgewise about her relatives, but her family wasn’t nearly weird enough to compete), and watched The English Patient. (Yes, we replayed the part where Ralph Fiennes is crying while carrying his dead love’s body across the sands. Of course we did.)
Photographer Steve Gross, who as you can tell is just OVER THE MOON to be realizing his Personal Lifetime Goal of photographing actual handknits. The only strange thing was that Steve and his partner Sue Daley, real photographers who have done many real books, kept acting like taking pictures of our knitting was a real job. You know? Like it was actually going to end up being a real book? Kooky!
One wonderful discovery: If you ask, kind people will let you borrow their beautiful house, their beautiful body, or even their beautiful baby! (The dog we had to pay for–Mabel is a pro, and pros do not work for free).
It wasn’t all Ralph Fiennes and cashew brittle. Recently, things took an ugly turn, when it was time to respond to the editors’ queries (let’s just say these queries were, um, numerous). This involved locking ourselves in a dimly lit kitchen and lots of office supplies.
The Anncam captured Kay’s body language the moment after Ann told Kay that she wanted her to scotch-tape 205 tiny pictures onto 205 Post-It notes and stick them into 205 places on the manuscript, while keeping a meticulous record.
In case anybody’s wondering, what’s this book about? Well, it’s got Lavish Illustrations, projects to knit, and extra helpings of blabbing. Blabbing that’s never before been blabbed! All the blabbing that’s fit to blab! Plus some surprise guests you may know.
It’s been a wonderful, giddy journey for two Internet pals who didn’t even meet until they had a book deal.
Kay and Ann