Crazy Lanea’s Summer Sewing Tips

Posted by on Wednesday, July 13th, 2016

1. Sangria helps. So does delivered food. Hot kitchens ruin everything in July.

2. Unplug the damn iron dammit! What’re you trying to sweat us all to death? Crimeny–the puppy can’t stop panting.

3. Enclose yourself and your beloved window AC unit in a region of the home that has doors. Trap yourself and those deserving of comfort in that region. Laugh at the sweating non-believers.

4. You know how we used to love wool? Well, wool betrayed us. We don’t talk to wool anymore. Wool knows what it did. We shall reconsider wool’s role in this family in September or October. Maybe. No guarantees. Wool-silk is a collaborator and we know it. Wool-silk knows it. No one here is above suspicion.

5. Prepare the necklines on all tunics and dresses and hand-finish them before bothering with sleeves or side seams or any of that nonsense. A well-faced neckline is a neckline that doesn’t itch, and we’ve all itched enough thanks to that damn heat and those fracking bugs.

6. Linen is not to be trusted. It comes apart at the seams like that coworker of yours who cries at every single meeting. Finish your seams to prevent fraying, because fraying seams are itchy seams, and that is un-fracking-tenable.

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Posted by on Friday, June 10th, 2016

I finally finished a quilt I started ages ago, and I love it enough to keep it.  The blocks are giant scrappy string-pieced things, which I quilted as I went.  I assembled the thing and quilted the sashing once I made all of the blocks, which is definitely an interesting technique.  I still feel nervous quilting something this large, but I’m proud of it.  Now to make pillow covers to match.

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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

Posted by on Thursday, May 12th, 2016

I should be gardening. I have been gardening, but I can’t quite manage any good photos because it’s been raining all month. Let me not dwell.

Despite the rain, Maryland Sheep and Wool was as wonderful as ever. We had a relatively painless set-up despite the rain, because Jennifer was able to pull the truck and trailer into the hall so we could unload it in place, away from the rain.


We had a new neighbor this year, and both she and her work are delightful.  She makes bags from vintage textiles, and they are astoundingly cool.  Check it out:Range of Emotion.


All of that rain gave me a bit of extra sewing time, so I made another selvage bag.  It’s a bit larger than the first one I made, and has similar lining and pockets.


I finally started assembling the blocks of my string quilt, and I am wondering what on earth took me so long.  Storing those giant blocks and moving them around to work was annoying, and the quilt is going to be lovely.  I plan to keep it.  That’s a first.


Yarrow was an adorable hindrance during layout.  As usual.




The finished quilt will have five large squares on a side with dark blue sashing to coordinate with the blue center line in each one.  So far the top is entirely made of scraps, though I will probably have to cut some new stuff for the row sashing and binding unless I come up with some other bright idea. I am also contemplating pillow shams.  Like you do.

Gratuitous cat pic, for tradition’s sake:


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The goings on

Posted by on Monday, April 4th, 2016

I bought a charming new old house.  We’ve been very busy working on the house, traveling, playing with a puppy, hosting visitors, and running about like crazy people.


The house went to closing a year and a day ago.  Since then we have added a pantry, which the house needed:


Installed some light fixtures–one of which was a gift:


And one I had been dragging around with me for ages:


We started work on a hideous powder room (yes, that is a mummified mouse we found behind the ugly 70s mirror):


Which is looking much better but still needs a new floor and a new old sink and toilet:


Ben pulled some vinyl flooring someone put over antique green tile:


And started hammering out plans for the weird abandoned well room:


We have focused on making this place look like it’s ours.






The to-do list is never-ending, but this has been an amazing place to live over the last year.  We’re burying some deep roots.  Also, puppy.

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Posted by on Sunday, April 3rd, 2016

I posted right after Imbolc.

Since then, I made a couple of dozen garments for Ben, a few for friends and a few things for me. We went to Gulf Wars, which was an interesting mixture of fun times with friends and some pretty horrible weather. We on the early work crew had such a bad storm it prevented much work on the Early Period Life structures. Once the event officially started, we had several days of brutally hot weather and then more serious storms. Apparently a tornado touched down a few miles away and was generous enough to send us some very high winds, which took out tents and a few trees. Thankfully there were relatively few injuries, but a large percentage of the attendees left. I had written a ceremony for a friend’s laurel–which is a high level arts and sciences award–but the storm cancelled the ceremony. I had a wonderful time singing with Maebh and seeing so many of our friends from far away. We stayed until the end and had fun, but it was a weird one. I never got the camera out, barely got to see any fighting, and my teaching schedule got preempted and ran into all sorts of weird.

We then returned home to host Ben’s Mother, Brother, and niece and nephews. Museums, zoo, cooking, puppy spoiling, etc.

And now we’re preparing for Celt Wars 19, which is astounding. After that, I am teaching a double class at a local event, which should be interesting.

And then writing and translating. And embroidery. And possibly some leather work–we just found a trove of hides in the attic. And also puppy. This guy never stops.

I will add photos if I can ever get Flickr to behave again.



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Shelter, Sister

Posted by on Sunday, February 14th, 2016

A dear friend of mine has suffered far more than anyone should recently. I wrote this in her honor.  And then, because this is who we are, one friend turned it into some beautiful art, and many of us surrounded our beloved, hurting friend in the oak grove in my front garden and sang to her and spoke these words to her, all in attempt to help her remember that we will do our best to shield her from pain.  It seems a particularly apt thing to post on Valentine’s Day, which I choose to see as a celebration of all kinds of love.

Shelter, Sister

Shelter, Sister, in the arms of your tribe.
Let us drive off all those who harm you.
Let us hold you within our entwined embrace
And evermore shelter and guard you.

Heal, Sister, in the arms of your tribe.
Let us hold you and offer you succor.
Let us bandage your wounds with sacred salve
And evermore heal and protect you.

Rest, Sister, in the arms of your tribe.
Let us cover you and sing to you softly.
Let us sit by your bedside to ward off bad dreams
And evermore rest here beside you.

© 2016 Amy Ripton

I know I haven’t been posting, but oh have I been living.  We got a puppy, and we’ve done tons of work on our new old house, and I’ve been teaching and writing and making some things.  We are gearing up for our annual trip to Mississippi and a number of other fun events, and I am excited for what is in store.  I think, if I can stay motivated, this site will become more and more dedicated to a broader view of my research and writing and other pursuits and less about knitting.  It’s not that I knit any less–it’s just that I passed some sort of milestone a while back and most projects feel more comforting and less exciting.  I guess I’ve learned a lot of skills.  I know I have become more confident about my ability to teach knitting.  And since I adore teaching, that has been a boon.

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Posted by on Tuesday, March 31st, 2015

This Friday, I go to closing on this charming little place.


It was build in 1895, and it’s on 3/4 of an acre. It’s also around the corner from a train station and outside one of the niftiest old neighborhoods in the greater DC area, so I’m very excited for the community I’ll be joining and the garden I’ll be building.  And the dogs I’ll be adopting.  Spending so long without a dog of my own has been difficult.

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Posted by on Thursday, March 26th, 2015

Years ago, a friend decided he wanted to change some things about his interactions in the world, and about his role in our tribe.  We jokingly came up with an idea to kill the old him and raise a new one.  And then things got serious.  I had a hand in it and needed to tell our stories of the event.  This is one of those stories.


On the Eoghanachta’s sacred Hill
We called out to the Fetter-God,
And our dauntless kin offered himself
To the Wanderer in sacrifice.

Amadeo died the triple death
Lashed between unblighted trees.
I cut his throat, stopped his breath,
And spilled his entrails at our feet.

Grave Chieftain on his sunward side,
Fore-mother beckoning from the West,
He bore the cut, the noose, the bonds
As though he lay at a lover’s breast.

Tir Thalor stood–bold sentinels
As Goldmund scattered sacred leaves;
We muttered prayers with gasping breath
And called the ravens to their feast.

Sacrifice for Odin’s furor
Blood-helmed man, crow-clan warrior.

Twin trees held him in their breadth
And where he fell Alherin rose.

Iron-brow, one night quickened.
Blood-helmed man, crow-clan warrior.

Red he came with knuckles white
Groping free of clutching night.

Bold he came all fury seething
With flashing eyes and sharp teeth gnashing.

Strong he came with sinews straining
Blessed by wolf-cry and black wings beating.

Swift he came, slick with blood,
Our grasping hands to raise him up.

Sacrifice for Odin’s furor
Blood-helmed man, crow-clan warrior.

Iron-brow, one night quickened.
Blood-helmed man, crow-clan warrior.


© 2013 Amy Ripton

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Posted by on Tuesday, March 24th, 2015

I  let this blog fall by the wayside while I became enmeshed in real world things.  I’ve gotten divorced–it was amicable but it was still hard.  I sold my house, watched my beloved dog reach the end of his days, helped care for my Aunt through the last months of her life, moved into my Aunt’s condo, found a new old house to buy, started a new relationship, made things, planted things, wrote things, traveled, danced, and on and on.  I’m happy.  I’m enmeshed in a loving community and family.  I’m well and healthier than I had been for a long time.  Life is for living, and I’ve been doing a lot of that. I’ll try to come back and visit here if possible.

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Posted by on Monday, July 22nd, 2013

While I’ve been slacking as a blogger, I’ve been trying to play some catch-up with photography.  These are some of the things I’ve been working on.

Our dear friends Scott and Vivian had their first baby a couple of months ago, and I was very happy to have an excuse to make this for them.  The pattern is the Zig Zag Pram Blanket


I’ve been looking at this pattern for a while, and I love that it has great texture but no holes for a newborn to get digits stuck in or for an older baby to worry to the breaking point.  I used leftover sock yarns from my own projects and from friend’s stashes.  I love the way the blanket turned out.  I made it significantly larger than the pattern called for, figuring this size was more versatile for a growing baby.  Scott and Vivian loved it.  Baby Robbie hasn’t weighed in yet, but I’m hoping he’ll snuggle it to pieces.


I made these hedgerow knee socks months ago but had the hardest time photographing them.  The yarn is custom-dyed Spunky Eclectic  sock yarn.  I originally ordered to use as an edging on Chesapeake, but then couldn’t bear to consign it to a boring i-cord fate.  It’s perfect for these socks.  This is the second pair of knee-socks I’ve made to match the monumental calves that clogging built, and they’re excellent under boots or for camping.  I have more knee socks queued up for future projects and am basking in an excuse to buy even more sock yarn in large quantities.


I had this bracelet made last fall by a great Etsy seller called HauteKeys, and I adore it.  It makes me miss my typewriter.


We had an incredibly rainy, cool spring.  That combined with preparations for the trip to France kept me out of the garden the first few months of the year, so as soon as we got back I spent as much time as possible gardening.  The typical sweltering DC summer is in full swing now, so I’m stuck inside for a while.  It is good to see some of my efforts paying off, though. I particularly like some of the new lillies I’m growing, and I love to see the variety of butterflies I’m luring into our gardens.






That bedraggled tail on this swallowtail seems representative of me these days.  Still working away, a little worse for the wear, but well enough and safe enough.  I’ve been writing and caring for a relative and trying to remember to check on my own needs occasionally.  I hope you’re all well.  I’m looking forward to our camping vacation, and I’m sad to have had to skip the first week of it.  Counting the days to vacation, and then possibly Rhinebeck, and then the KR retreat . . . . Really, everything that doesn’t revolve around cancer is a relief.  I hate cancer.  I hate it like I hate poison.

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