When I was younger I hated being called a yankee. Mostly because I thought it was derogatory (it is, mostly)--and it didn't even have to do with baseball which was totally off my radar. Yankee Cross Stitch, the fabulous stitching store in my home state of NH, softens the blow a bit. Of course, now that I'm married to a Brit there's a different meaning to it; we're all in that together. Those people hardly know there's a baseball team with that name.
It was a little ironic the other day when I bought a pattern by the Yankee Stitcher while wearing this t-shirt. That Sissy bought for me. That I love. Go, visit Boston Accents and order something. Jo, I know you want to.