Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the […]

Watch Crazy Lanea knit socks, and then tell her what she is doing is wrong. I need your help.  And I need it enough that I was willing to hold itchy yarn in my décolletage to make that little film.  And grow a third arm.  Ok, fine, Scott took the movie, but please humor me […]

Not much time for words these days, but here are some images from the annual groovywomen’s trip to the rivershore. Friday’s arrival scene.  Gray and blustery.  That’s Virginia in the distance, and the Chesapeake bay is down the river to the left. Some pictures of me and my spinning, courtesy of Andrea, who knows my […]

Around this time every year, some of my girl-friends from Celt-land and I head down to the Western Shore of the Potomac River.  Each year, we have a theme.  This year’s theme is “fish and fiber.”  We’re going to fish, and we’re going to play with fiber.  I am one excited chicky, lemmetellya. We will […]

This has been really hard to write, because there is simply too much to say.  Each day really was several days long. Every year, I go to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival to help out at the Tuatha booth.  In theory, demonstrating Iron-Age wool-, leather-, and flax-working techniques and discussing Hallstatt, La Tene, and […]

Edited–Back again with a vengeance.  I just finished writing everything I had to write for the Potomac Celtic Festival Program, and that means I’m free to rave about how wonderful Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival was.  But I can’t really do that until I tie up at least a few of these loose ends. So, […]

. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something. . . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something. . . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something. . . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something […]

I got to see the wonderful Ann and Kay of Mason Dixon Knitting  fame on Tuesday at Politics and Prose, and to hear their lovely voices and have them sign my copy of their awesome new book.   And I also learned to love my neighbors even more than I already did.  And I met a […]