I normally get to go to the American Craft Council show in Baltimore when it comes to town and marvel at the fantastic work there.  As much as I enjoy attempting to create beautiful bits and bobs, appreciating other folks’ acts of beauty is what it’s all about. But the snow interceded, and I decided […]

Finally, my camera and I are in the same place as the sun. That happy accident came about only because I led a discussion about creation myths over the weekend, and it filled my noggin to bursting.  So I had to leave work at lunch time and come home to decompress.  Which allowed me to […]

No boughs have withered because of the wintry windThe boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. That little bit of cave-dwelling miserable beauty is from Yeats, whom I love.  I stuck it out there because I’m starting to trot out wool poems over on Eating Poetry.  Check it out if you’re so […]

As I was saying, Bill and Shirley, Scott’s aunt and uncle the llama-ranchers, were in DC last week for a conference.  We got to claim them over the weekend.  Like most people, we get stuck in the daily work-cook-clean-sleep routine, and forget what our hometown has to offer us.  When guests come to town, we […]

I knew I would come home from Celtic Summer Camp with new stuff.  I just wasn’t aware how much I would come home with.  I didn’t get by without spending any money this year, but Crazy Lanea’s (the basket of clothes for friends for which the blog is named, not the blog) covered my shopping […]

Our friend Scott Hull (aka Gallen from Dalhraidia) has needed a liver transplant for a long time.  He has primary sclerosing cholangitis (PSC)–the quick and dirty explanation is that his bile ducts are all screwed up for no good reason, so the excess bile they produce corroded his liver and made him really sick.  Scott […]