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July 29, 2004

Let's Do It (Let's Make a Cushion)

Old sloths who hang down from twigs do it,
Though the effort is great,
Sweet guinea-pigs do it,
Buy a couple and wait.
--from Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love)

Dear Kay,

I'm all in a swivet over my imminent Beach Knitting Opportunity. I must make amends for all the pointless knitting of my last trip. What I'm shooting for is Knitting for the Ages, Timeless Knitting, Knitting That Will Be Around At Least A Week After I Finish It.

Here's what's on my mind right now: Big Daddy's piano. As you know, Hubbo's grandfather Albert passed away a month ago, after 96 years of large living. I have been thinking about him often in the past weeks, trying to figure out how to have as much fun in life as he and his Mary Jane had. Not easy, lemme tell you.


Albert loved to fish. Here he is, circa July 1963. This photograph gave me a ferocious crush on him.

He loved to play the piano, and one of the great tragedies is that I never got to hear him in his prime. Hubbo says he was fantastic--loose, swingy, infectious. The best.

While we were out of town, Big Daddy's piano landed at our house. It is the piano that played the music at our wedding back in 1990, at Albert and Mary Jane's house. It was the rainiest day in meterological history, but I mostly remember dancing, and the Cole Porter that came out of this piano. So sophisticated! I think Hubbo and I had as much fun as Mary Jane and Albert, at least on that one night.

My second thought upon seeing the piano in our living room (the first being "Hey! It fits!") was "Gee, that bench sure could use a cushion."


I have been wishing for a living room knitting project for some time, but nothing has seemed right for that room. I'm hoping this cushion will feel sort of like the needlepoint cushion you might expect on a piano bench: I'm using US 3's, and Mason-Dixon Knitting's Yarn of the Month, Euroflax, so it won't stretch or sag. It needs to be sturdy enough to withstand the hurricane force of the eight year old refusing to practice.

Linen has a bit of a sheen to it, too, which is nice.

So here we go, back for another foray into upholstery. I'm swatching up pattern stitches at the moment, and surely will need some advice.


Posted by Ann at 12:47 PM | Comments (14)

July 27, 2004

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 you!"

And, especially: "Wow. Who bought all this yarn?"

Three weeks can result in a lot of knitting, but that doesn't always mean it's GOOD knitting. I see my time away as an odyssey into bigness. I'm not proud of this, but here's what happened in Grundy County:

1. Big-ass Sharf.


Colinette Point 5, Toscana colorway. Bigger than a scarf, smaller than a shawl, we're calling this a sharf. Two and a half skeins into this I said ENUF! I have included the skein here to prove my theory once and for all that some yarns are best left unknitted. Or, as my brother used to tell my mother when served Polynesian Meat Boats for dinner: "Mom. This is just too pretty to eat."

2. Scribble Lace Knitting, Part Deux.


Great Adirondack Ribbon yarn with superthin crochet thread. Debbie New's technique: one row big yarn, three rows thin. One word for this: fiddly. I do like the thinner crochet thread I used for this, but it's just kind of slippy. All you scribble lace knitters out there, I'd recommend using at least one fuzzy yarn in your scribble lace knitting.

3. Kureyon Barfy Scarfy.


Colorway: Blegh. What you see here is something you won't see much around my house: flesh/magenta/lime/gray/taxicab yellow/beige. I made this because there was a rare opportunity to buy yarn in Monteagle, and this was the pick of the litter when it came to natural fibers. I can see that a little Booga action would make this yarn a lovelier sight. I can see why the impulse to felt Kureyon is overwhelming. Maybe if I felted this enough, it would turn into one color. Or just wash away down the drain.

4. Lumpy Tammy.


Araucania Nature Cotton in chartreuse and brown. (Beautiful colors!) On US10.5s. In Rowan 32, Dollface is wearing this with a miniskirt and a pout. She's pouting because she's too cute to exist; I'll be pouting about my lumpy ribbing. Take a peek at this "character-filled" knitting.
Need one last skein to sew it up, and then it's off to the taxidermist for this beast. My consolation prize: I discovered I can knit a sweater in less than a week.

5. The Partial Asta (no, it is not a gymnastic move).


Here's a first: I've lost this rest of this project. Really. I was well into the sleeves when they flat disappeared. Gone--who knows where? Sad, because I actually liked this sweater, bless its heart.

Leaving all this behind, I'm full of beans, and I have figured out a new project to take to the beach next week. Good news: it involves seating.

Lots of love,

Posted by Ann at 11:06 AM | Comments (20)

July 23, 2004

Plotz of the Year


Dear Ann,

Who do you suppose this quaint old woman is? Could it be: the ghost of my Danish great-grandmother Stina Carlsen, huddling at Ellis Island circa 1895, clutching her prized heirloom shawl?

Close, but actually it's me, Grandma Stina's namesake (fun fact: my middle name is Kirstine). And that is in fact a prized heirloom shawl, but it is a brand new one that was sent to us -- to YOU and ME, baby -- as a gobsmackeroonee surprise from our favorite Knitting Man AND our favorite Dane: Thomas!!!!

(Reader Note: We love all the Knitting Men, and all our Danish friends, very very much. But Thomas made us this shawl. We hope you'll understand.)

This was the very last package I received, the day we moved out of our old apartment. Thomas sent 2 startling acrylic squares:


Lemme tellya: after the Acrylic I've Seen, it takes a lot to rattle me. There was also a lovely wool square, as you can see. And then there was a Mysterious Bundle, swaddled in a dishtowel. (I will admit to thinking, "Yay! Edibles!") Imagine my shock and awe upon opening the bundle and finding this example of the highest level of our craft:


Here's another view:


In his accompanying note, Thomas explained that he chose us to receive this stunning shawl because of our work on the Afghanalong for Afghans project. That gave me a moment of farklemptitude. The Afghanalong has been its own reward, in so many ways. (Which is not to say we're giving back the shawl!) Thomas also made it very clear that the shawl is for both of us, and that he is not about to get involved in how we work that little detail out. I don't know about you, but I'm putting a call in to the estate planning people. (1-800-mineallmine.)

Thomas, what can we say? Thank you times infinity!

Love, Kay

Posted by Kay at 11:51 AM | Comments (21)

July 20, 2004

Hark y'all-- It's Ann!

[Dear Readers,

Ann has asked me to post the following on her behalf. I took the liberty of inserting some extra 'y'all's and 'yee-ha's to ensure that authentic Ann Flavor. (Just kidding!) Actually, I did take the liberty of inserting random pictures from my move, which have nothing whatsover to do with what Ann is talking about. I just thought we needed some pictures.

Love, Kay]

[Random Picture Number 1: "Moving Day."]

Dear Kay,

Sorry to have been such a crummy correspondent. I miss
everybody! It's hard to get those long, pointless sentences
going on my blogfone, but today I have found an actual computer
in the basement of one of the houses here at the Monteagle
Assembly, and I'm feeling like a guinea pig set free.

[Random Picture Number 2: Untitled (Hamster).]

(P.S. Does anybody want an overfed, underexercised guinea pig? I'm
now officially Fatigued of poopscooping. If Squeaker would just
jump in on a conversation or something, I'd feel more of a bond
with her. What is that tiny mind thinking? Is it thinking?
Sorry. Trying to be a loving rodent caregiver.)

Sorry also not to provide pix of the copious amounts of knitting
I'm producing up here. But imagine these common features:

A. Large.

B. Easy.

C. Well, large and easy pretty much cover it.

When I left Nashville, back in 2004 or so, I threw a bunch of
stuff in bags and figured, Hell, something will come of all


[Random Picture Number 3: Afghan Squares Under Guard on Moving Van.]

I've revisited Scribble Lace knitting to good effect. (Thank you
Cristina for pointing out the importance of thinness when it
comes to the thin yarn.) It's now a slippery kind of scarfy
thing that may visit my bathroom window before it's done.

After the Colinette Point 5 wallow that resulted in a
scarf/throw/tarpaulin, I moved to the batch of Araucana Nature
Cotton that I bought at Sheila's Warehouse de Yarn. I managed to
match up the Nature Cotton with a Rowan 32 pattern called Tammy
which called for Rowan Polar. I'm using 10 1/2 needles which
move things right along, but all is not well with this Nature
Cotton. Nature Cotton is the softest yarn I have ever felt, but
it is not behaving. Its thick/thin nature makes my knitting look
wildly irregular--not just irregular, not just Point 5
irregular, but I-Can't-Knit goofy. I'm embracing imperfection
like a long-lost friend these days, but Nature Cotton is testing
my tolerance for lumpiness. I'm hoping all will gel into a
modern little pullover.


[Random Picture Number 4: A Typical Box.]

And incredibly enough, I have purchased my first Noro Kureyon
here at the Monteagle Assembly. In the one place in the world
where I thought I could avoid yarn shopping, a wonderful
knitting teacher from Memphis showed up with a trunkful of yarn
from Yarniverse, a great shop. I had to laugh. Eyelash by the
bale, Lamb's Pride, you name it. I'm now the proud owner of a
Kureyon ribbed scarf in a pukey combination of flesh, lime,
fuschia, gray, and tan. Those Japanese are nuts.

Lots of love,


[Note from Kay: Is it just me, or does anybody else hear the theme from Ken Burns' 'Civil War' documentary when Ann posts from Grundy County?]

Posted by Kay at 02:36 PM | Comments (13)

July 16, 2004

Blackout Gazette

Dear Everybody,

More FoneBloggin' from our Grundy County correspondent Ann. Apparently Colinette Point 5 is just the thing for candlelight knitting:


Here's a close-up after the lights went on in Georgia. Tennessee. Whatever.


The movers have requested that I unplug this thing. Happy weekend!



Posted by Kay at 08:25 AM | Comments (3)

July 15, 2004

New Afghanalong Address

Dear All,

It's official. There is a new address for afghan squares, and -- almost as important -- a roof over our heads come Monday.

If you're poised to mail squares, email me for the new address!

Tra la-la-la-la-la!

Love, Kay

Posted by Kay at 08:39 AM | Comments (4)

July 14, 2004

We Say It's Our Birthday

Dear Ann,

Got your 3 o'clock MomFone picture. It's a gem!


It's nice you've had an outing to the Monteagle Super Mall, but we're all in suspense since your recent blackout bulletin (see Found Objects). Then again, I was surprised to hear you had electricity to begin with. (Just kidding! I love an idyllic rural retreat as much as the next guy.)

Enough about you, what about us? Did you realize that today, Bastille Day, is the one-year anniversary of our very first post on this site, hosted by the incomparably Beckyish Becky? I would have baked a cake, but my batterie de cuisine is wrapped up in this:


(Yes, I'm hogging North America's allotment of bubble wrap. Sorry about that. Everybody else will have to move next month.)

What's the knitting news? Is there any knitting news? Well of course there is!

As part of the move, I spent some hours doing the essential task of organizing the Afghanalong squares and boxing them up in Big-Ass Plastic Containers (Hubby did not necessarily agree that this task was essential). This is not as easy as it would seem. First, I tried to make a bulky-versus-worsted divvy: this did not work unless the bulkies were rilly bulky. I find I cannot reliably tell a worsted that is on the chunky side from an aran that is on the svelte side. And why try?

I ended up doing the divvy chromatically:


Here we have the beginnings of the red, blue and green stacks. There is wide variation and with purples I made a judgment call as to whether to toss them on the red or the blue piles. I love tonal colorways, but we're not committed to laying out the afghans tonally. I do think it's a great way of harmonizing the squares. I did manage to get enough Indisputable Bulkies together to lay out this afghan:


I put this one together because the wonderful Cindy has volunteered to sew up another afghan. Fear not: There are plenty more squares!

Finally, an important Afghanalong note: Some are concerned about mailing the squares to my current address, given its short shelf life. As soon as I have a new address to give out (don't ask-- it's a New-York-is-crazy thing!), I will post a notice so that people can email me and get it. In the meantime, the Superintendent at our building will hold the squares. He's a New York City firefighter and definitely worthy of this sacred trust.

I'm also going to be a bit slow (-er!) in posting pictures of the squares in the Found Objects. It is all I can do to log them in and keep track of them, at the moment. Thanks to everyone who has been sending them in. In our final month, we are hearing from Afghanalongers who have been there from the beginning, and from those who just joined the party. Mwahs to everyone.

And with that, it's Goodbye to East 19th Street.


Love, Kay

P.S. Almost forgot to share that I had a dee-lightful Celebrity Sighting this afternoon at local coffee bar. Jimmy Fallon was ahead of me in line. He appears to be approximately 14 years old, although I'm sure he must be flirting with 30 at this point. An adorably geeky young man. He ordered an Everything Bagel with Butter, specifying, "a human-being amount of butter". (Not surprisingly, I frequent a coffee bar that is generous with its buttering practices.) He was cheery! He made eye contact! He made chit-chat! He looks just like somebody I would have dated in high school, had I dated anybody in high school!

Posted by Kay at 03:40 PM | Comments (16)

July 13, 2004

Frontiers of Fonebloggin'

Dear Readers:

Ann is Far, Far Away*. She is in a place that is deprived all of the mod cons with the exception of her MomFone2000, which permits her to take blurry pictures and send them to me. Several times a day.

Far be it from me not to share the hi-tech love:


And Ann's inimitable prose:

"buffy's first knitting. IT'S COUSIN ITT! Xoxoxoxo a. "

Cousin Itt, indeed. Apparently, Ann's lil' sis Buffy, newly intitiated into The Coven, has taken to the eyelash yarn with gusto. (And not for nothing, but this looks like the Liza Minelli of eyelash yarn.)

No doubt Ann will keep us posted on further developments.

Love, Kay

*Yes, that is a Shrek 2 reference. Raise your hand if you thought Antonio Banderas was both hilarious and sexy as the voice of Puss in Boots!

Posted by Kay at 11:12 AM | Comments (5)

July 11, 2004

Memorials, Rhubarb, and Such

Dear Kay,

Well, we got through the memorial service for Big Daddy on Friday. He was a grand person, and he was remembered in a wonderful way.

The silver lining part of it all was the horde of grownups (I'm afraid I may someday be a grownup, if all these real grownups don't hang around longer) along with their attendant small fry who played and fussed all weekend. I revisited that weird fantasy about starting a kibbutz somewhere, or at least a fambly school, so that our farflung cousins could spend more time together.

I taught cousin Ezekiel how to knit, and he rewrote my knitting rhyme because the last line "doesn't make any sense. Who's Jack?" So, "In the door, around the back, out the window, off pops Jack" became "In the door, around the back, out the window, don't look back." He's right. It's better. I hate being edited by an eight year old.

My sister Buffy also entered the coven, after a trip to see her old pal/new yarn store owner at Sheila's Yarn Barn. Buffy is working on a scarf that includes a strand of the most confounding eyelash yarn I have ever seen, but she is going to be a fantastic knitter once she stops knitting the eyelashes.

Mason-Dixon Mailbag

Get a load of this, please:


Fresh rhubarb jam direct from Montreal, wrapped in a mysterious photo of stackable chairs. Kelli has become a rhubarbist this summer, and this is her first concoction. It's truly deeeelish on an English muffin and has introduced me to the delightful world of rhubarb, that "member of the buckwheat family having large leaves with thick succulent petioles often used as food."*

She's Just Let Herself Go

I hope everybody has settled into that perfect summer knitting project. I'm so worthless that I am finding pleasure in this item: Colinette Point 5, fer chrissakes, using size 17 Addi Turbos that look like something swiped from the Vanderbilt urology department. The colors are purty, but this yarn is so superchunky that I can imagine it only as a coat, which would cost probly four hundred bucks when a skein of this stuff is $23. Has anybody actually made anything with Colinette Point 5?

I'm heading back up to Monteagle this afternoon with sister Buffy and her chilluns, so I'll try to drop a line to you from the wheezing old PC in the basement of the Monteagle library.


* The Rhubarb Compendium.

Posted by Ann at 07:50 AM | Comments (18)

July 08, 2004



Dear Ann,

Remember Cristina? Cristina who has sent in imaginative afghan squares every month, each one accompanied by a handmade work of paper art for my enjoyment? Cristina of Voila? Cristina of the elegant lino print? Cristina whose address labels I cut out and save because her calligraphy is so lovely? That Cristina?

A while back, as I was thinking about the Sew-Up Bees for the Afghanalong, it occurred to me that a woman who had amused herself by baking a log cabin shrinky dink, might be so kind as to design a festive invitation to the Sew-Up Bees. I do not actually know Cristina, but I had a hunch. So I asked her.

Cristina graciously gave a big yes and set to work, morning sickness be damned. A few weeks later--this afternoon--the postman dropped off the results. The scan at the top of this post does not do justice to Cristina's artistry. "Mixed media" is putting it mildly. Cristina used origami paper, mizuhiki (paper cords used for woven jewelry and decorations), and images of some of the afghan squares we have received. The picture of the Sewing Stepford Sisters was from a package of sewing needles I had bought for a dollar and sent to Cristina because I thought it was funny. ("We're so happy! We all have the same lipstick and hairdo, and we're sewing!") What you cannot see clearly is that Cristina actually sewed, not only with the mizuhiki, but with tiny silken threads on the afghan squares. It is Rilly Something, I tell you.

And get this: she made another one. But I'm saving it for later.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Cristina, for sharing your talent so generously!

Love, Kay

P.S. The first Afghanalong Sew-Up Bee will be on Sunday, September 12 in New York City, details to follow. We hope to have Cristina there, holding court with her feet up as she approaches the adventure of childbirth. We will schedule the Nashville Sew-Up Bee soon, and we'd love to hear from anyone who'd like to organize a sew-up in their hometown. Believe me, thanks to everyone who's knitted, we've got squares enough for many blankets, and it would be great to get them done up before wintertime.

Posted by Kay at 05:56 PM | Comments (19)

July 06, 2004


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Dear Ann,

I freely admit that throughout this long holiday weekend, whether I was feeding children, or whether I was enjoying one of the delightful moments when someone else was feeding the children, I was either knitting squares for my Psychedelic Squares Afghan, or thinking about my Psychedelic Squares Afghan.

As you can see from the photo above, I have sewn up a grand total of 6 blocks for my afghan, which I have decided is going to be 20 blocks avec Grandiose Border. (More about the Grandiose Border later.) Since I have been working on this thing since Memorial Day, you're thinking, 'Big deal. 6 measly blocks.' But hold on just a cotton-pickin' minute--this afternoon I wet-blocked these:


...48 squares! This adds up to 12 more blocks. Which, I humbly submit, qualifies me for Severely Obsessed Status. This afternoon and evening I produced another 2 squares, which leaves me only 6 squares short of my goal of 20 blocks. Clearly, by next weekend, all will be in a state of readiness.

Along the way, I've learned a thing or two. For one thing, when you want to wet-block squares that are a bit, er, stringy and dangly, and you don't want to weave those ends in yet because you're planning to sew them into the joining seams so they won't pop out later, waddaya do? I tried the method of running them through the wash zipped into pillow covers, but found that the ends got so tightly enmeshed that I had to cut them apart. So this time, I threw them into the washer as is, without benefit of pillow covers.


Eek! What made me so bold? I was betting that the cause of the entanglement was not the spin part of the cycle, but the agitation part. So this time, I put them in the 'soak' cycle, and when the machine started agitating (as washing machines will do), I switched it immediately to the 'spin' part of the cycle.

Yippee! It worked, and here is the Square Salad to prove it:


No tangles, and they were a snap to lay out on the bed after a quick shot of steam from Rowenta to stop the edges from curling.

Now, what about that Grandiose Border? I love this blanket. When the squares get sewn into blocks, the colors really move. Having paid homage to Kaffe Fassett with the 'juicies and blahs' color scheme (thanks, Kaffe! I love you, man!), I am thinking of paying my respects to another of our mutual idols, Debbie New. Debbie New is right there on the MDK Walk of Fame, next to Kaffe and the Gee's Bend Quilters. (Hey--there's Patsy Cline! How did she get there?)

What I'm saying is, unless somebody stops me, I'm planning to border this thing with my very first attempt at.....Labyrinth Knitting. And what I'm also saying is, I'm sort of hoping somebody stops me! Please, anybody out there who has tried Labyrinth Knitting, tell me if this is madness or not. I have a kind of Greek Key thing in mind, sandwiched betweened plain old garter-stitch borders in single-row stripes. (Back-up plan: plain old garter-stitch borders.)

Perfectly prepared to proceed straight to the back-up plan; just say the word.


Posted by Kay at 12:46 AM | Comments (38)

July 04, 2004


Dear Kay,

It's late on the evening of July Fourth. Hubbo's grandfather Albert died yesterday, at the age of 96, so we have spent the day in a combination of bereavement, cheese platters, and fireworks. It's what happens when you have an aged grandparent and two small boys.

On Friday, I went to the hospital to see Albert. He wasn't awake, but there was a lot of life in his room that morning. I visited with Cynethia and Robbie, the women who were taking care of him.

Cynethia was working on a crochet bag for a friend's baby. She told me that she learned to crochet when she took care of a lady who had broken her collarbone and wore a big cast. In a moment of high coincidence, Cynethia broke her arm and ended up in a cast too. The woman taught her to crochet, showing her how to wedge a crochet hook into the end of her cast. Cynethia said she had trouble getting the hang of crochet once she had to do it cast-free.

Robbie isn't a knitter, but oh, man, can she sing. Back at his apartment, where she took care of him full time, Robbie would sing to Albert the songs he loved. Robbie had been a singer with Bobby Jones Gospel for many years, and along the way had backed up Ray Charles. As we sat in Albert's room, Robbie took his hand and let loose, low and slow:

And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

Albert loved Gershwin and Cole Porter and was the jazziest pianist you ever heard. I can only imagine the pleasure Robbie gave him with her silvery, rich voice.


Posted by Ann at 01:06 AM | Comments (19)

July 01, 2004

Afghanalong Update


Dear Ann,

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.)

Sew-Up Bees!

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:

Soda Pop!
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!

Love, Kay

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.

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