Straight up, I am not comfortable writing on your day. It just feels wrong. I don’t have a dog photo. I don’t know any good British teledramas (except Broadchurch, which has only two seasons to watch, not 30 like Eastenders). I don’t have a four-acre garter stitch blanket on the go. Despite the fact that people regularly call me Kay and you Ann, I have to face into the fact that we are separate people, for pity’s sake. I can’t channel your thing, whatever it is. (Your thing does involve a lot of parenthetical comments.) (And double spaces after a sentence ends.) (And #hashtags.)
After all these years, I really don’t know what you’re going to write next. There are times when it is deeply surprising, to the point that WHAM, out of the blue you’re rattling on about some Missoni fashion show somewhere.
There are, however, Kay topics that recur like the return of the goddang bird outside my window here in Monteagle that does this grace-note song at 4:49 am every goddang morning. (He waits ten months for me to open that window so he can sock it to me on the first morning I’m here. Fweeoo. Fweeoo. Fweeoo fweeoofweeoofweeoo. I just want to pinch that little beak shut.)
As predictable as the fweeoo bird, a classic evergreen Kay topic is Natalie Chanin and her appliqué empire, Alabama Chanin. In honor of your absence, I hereby present an Alabama Chanin reverie.
I’m back on the cotton jersey bandwagon, this time with a swing skirt that features a stencil called June’s Spring.
When I glimpsed a swatch of this pattern at a Craft South trunk show last fall, I was a goner.
It was encrusted with beads and appliqué and embroidery. Madness. I ordered a swing skirt kit, stowed it away for the right moment, and cracked it open to celebrate the arrival of summer (and yet another long-haul project). (Which I’ll argue I really need.)
My strategy is to do this thing in layers. Get the bubbles stitched and cut on all four panels, make it a skirt, then add more to it as time allows. In years to come, I’ll get on a phone call, pick up the hem of my skirt, and add more junk to it. It’ll keep growing excrescences over time. Like barnacles.
YES! That’s what these bubbles remind me of: barnacles.
I still don’t know why this is so addicting. It just is.
(Hurry back.) #needahashtag