Happy Holidaze y'all!

We're settling in for our "long winter nap" here in the hills of Arnoldsburg!
After being away from home for most of November and December, we've managed to make it to our winter break. The picture above is what i look like when i'm actually writing this blog... just in case you were curious!
We get to stay home for a whole month! Unless, of course, we get an offer we can't refuse... we've heard rumors about a great show in Florida in January that sounds pretty appealing (then again, anything in Florida in January sounds pretty good). But i'm going out to Colorado to help my Mom and bro-in-law wrangle my niece and nephew while my sister goes on a business trip. This means that the road trip to Florida is less likely, both in terms of time and stock (as in, i can't make pots while i'm in Colorado)
And anyway, i need to get to work on both a) the new pots to replace the newgrange line and b) my new project. More about that later.
First, some pics:

Above, all of my sweeties snuggling on the couch at my friends house in Hamilton,ON

Below, the dogs wrasslin with our doggie host: (they're just playing. No, really!)


Below, Budgth is trying to sleep on our drive back home from Canada:


and here's Spike actually napping on the way home: Cool sweater, huh?


Oh, and in case you were wondering, Spike got his name from our friend Ceit, who is her sleep deprived state on our first night in her house in Canada, called him that cause she couldn't remember an of his other names. It sort of stuck, cause he's small, has light coloring, is a bit scruffy, would have a British accent and is ambivalent about whether to use his powers for good or evil. These are all traits he has in common with Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Thus, the name has stuck. (though the sweater was subsequently destroyed in a wild rampage with Budgth).
So, that's what's going on here in Dancing Pig Land over the holidaze. Have a cool Yule and a enjoy the return of the strengthening Sun!
Bright Solstice Blessings
~Virginia

Good Dog News!

Here's the latest dog news from Dancing Pig! We have 2 new dogs, both rescues from our local shelter, Roane County Animal Shelter in Spencer WV.

First up is our Budgth (we do iron age Celtic re-enactment and believe in superfluous letters whenever we can fit them in-- it's a very Gaelic way of spelling. We also have a Hemingway cat named Pthumbh). Budgth joined our family a month ago, on November 1st. She was listed on Petfinder as a Boston Terrier mix, and she looked spookily like our beloved Ani. Ani was our first little dog love, allegedly a JRT/Cocker Spaniel mix. We got Ani as a 4 week old puppy from a flea market parking lot last February and she lived with us for 7 wonderful, joy filled months. We loved her so much. Ani was hit by a car and killed instantly in late September. (see earlier blog entries below)

We found Budgth on Petfinder. She was at our local shelter. They do their best there, but it's a high kill shelter-- that's the reality of life in poor, rural communities. Too many animals, not enough money or motivation to get them spayed and neutered. I try not to be too judgmental-- it's hard to pay for your dog's elective surgery when you can't afford health care for yourself or your children (we're not gonnat go into the flat screen tvs and fancy ATVs parked in front of falling down derelict trailers with 5 scrawny dogs chained outside) (well, i said i TRY not to be judgmental-- in never said i achieved that state of grace very often)





Anyway, we went in to meet the Ani lookalike & fell instantly in love. While we were meeting her, i noticed a JRT mix in a cage off in a corner. His front leg was swollen at the 'elbow' and he was obviously in pain, but also obviously sweet and gentle and desperate for a home. We were leaving for a business trip in Florida in a week and would be gone for 2 weeks and he couldn't travel. And we still had our big dog, Barnaby to consider. Still, i couldn't walk away from him. So, i sponsored him: i paid for his vet visit, x-rays and antibiotics and pain meds and promised to stay in touch with them. We took a joy-full Budgth home and had two and half wonderful days with her and Barnaby. We came up with her name because a) she's totally a cuddle bug and b) she reminds us of the character on Crossing Jordan called Bug; like him, our girl is sweet and earnest and a bit undersized, dark skinned and a bit socially awkward, and that's all part of her charm. We figured the TV Bug wouldn't object to having a girl as a namesake.

Three nights later, my husband was walking Budgth on the leash while Barnaby was running free. Barnaby was hit by a truck that didn't even stop. It was an unbelievable loss for both of us. We took ourselves and Budgth down to Florida and sold pottery on the weekends and sat on the beach and cried during the week. Budgth was a wonderful comfort for both of us. She's an awesome being and such a cuddler. A very sweet girl. An awesome 'consolation' prize.



We came home to Hearth Hill on Thanksgiving Day. On Friday, we went over to the shelter and met our next new dog. His current name is Sage, though that might change. We're thinking maybe Feegle (after the MacNacFeegle aka the Wee Free Men of Terry Pratchett's books) or maybe Albert, after Burt from Sesame Steet (i wanted to change Budgth's name to Ernestine/Ernie so we'd have Burt and Ernie, but my husband isn't having it. He's insisting on keeping Budgth's name as is). Sage looks like a tall JRT mix. Someone docked his tail, but didn't bother to get him fixed. He's a really thirsty guy, he drinks water all the time. We think that his previous owners might have been fed up with his constantly peeing to mark his territory, and instead of getting him fixed, they just denied him access to water. It's a typical redneck solution. (opps, that's the judgmental side showing up again).





He was brought into the shelter as a stray in late October/early November, severely beaten up, either by coyotes or a pack of dogs. He was throughly worked over, bitten on his head, ears, back and chest. The bite on his front leg seems to have gone into his joint & gotten infected. His tongue has a hole in it that seems like it might be permant. Maybe we should get him a tongue stud! He's painfully skinny and a bit worried about new situations. But despite all of this, he's also gentle, loving and very desperate to cuddle. He's also a talker-- very vocal, lots of barks and singing, especially when he catches sight of our big orange cat. He's not quite yet acclimated to indoor living and our new tile floor-- so he sees the cat, starts yowling and tries to lunge for him, but inevitably he spins out on the tile floor and ends up slipping and skidding around, looking very put out by it all. If he weren't re-injuring his leg when this happens, it would be even funnier than we currently think it is.



Sage is also the smelliest dog i've ever met. I'm talking room clearing farts. I hope this is a side effect of the antibiotics, cause if it's not, we're gonna have to make some serious dietary changes. Phew! Even Darrell, who thinks a good ripping fart is the highlight of his day, even big D has been offended by the stink this guy produces!



So, that's the latest dog update from Dancing Pig. Come on out to the Open House this weekend or next and meet the new dogs. You can even vote for a new name for the broken up & very smelly JRT. Hope to see you then!

For reasons that are not at all clear to me, i am unable to update the events section of my website. So, here's the latest info:
We are doing the Countryside Artisans Studio Tour at the Art of Fire in Laytonsville, Maryland.
We'll be there, with lots of pottery and leathergoods and wonderful Celtic art, cards, jewelry, stained glass and much more from our pals TUATHA

DECEMBER 1, 2 & 3 and again DECEMBER 7, 8 & 9
FRIDAY, SATURDAY & SUNDAY from 10 till 5 each day

We're taking over an outbuilding at the Art of Fire's World Headquarters. Lots of room, lots of pots, lots to see. All in a relaxed atmosphere, as far from the maddening crowds at the mall(maul?!) as you can get.

Come see us & get gifts for everyone on your list. And of course, lots of necessary luxuries for yourself as well!

For directions to Art of Fire:http://www.artoffire.com
For information about the Studio Tour: http://www.countrysideartisans.com
For information about Tuatha: http://www.tuathagallery.com

if you need to know more about Dancing Pig, drop me an email: pigatsymboldancingpigdotcom

& remember, shop early, shop often and always add some integrity to your gifts.
Give handmade crafts!

Live from Anna Maria Island!

it's the Dancing Pig Road Show!
That's right folks, we've slunk off to the Gulf Coast of Florida to lick our wounds in sunnier climes. We're bruised, burnt out and heartsore but we're still trying to carry on.
We'd planned this sojourn in early September, when both of our beloved dogs were still alive and well and we couldn't back out. How does the song go? "Can't turn back and you can't stand still and if the thunder don't get you the lightning will" Well, we decided to run away from the thunder and lightning. At least for two weeks.
We came down here to do the Sarasota Medieval Faire. It's a two weekend, 2nd year show that we knew practically nothing about other than it was in Florida & we had been pre-approved as crafters. It was pretty cheap fee wise and came at a time when we could use a vacation, so we went for it.

We booked ourselves into a great hotel that we'd found when we crashed a family reunion two years ago (long story condensed: my brother in law's family live down here, we came down and stayed with sis, bro-in-law, niece and nephew when they were down for Grandpa's 60th or 70th birthday). The hotel is only a block from the beach on an awesome island and best of all, they welcome pets. So, we figured, hey, tax deductible vacation. Come down, do the show on the weekends, lounge on the beach during the week, what's not to like?!

Then, dog tragedy stuck, twice in 6 weeks. We were stunned and numb, but carried on. We loaded ourselves and our new and now only dog up and hit the road, in search of money and healing on the beach.

Lucky for us, our new dog, Budgth, is very much a road hound. Here she is, the queen of our caravan:







Not so much with the money. The show was full of great folks and we made some new friends and good contacts, but not very much money. No alcohol at the show made for lots of "Looky Lous" and not so much with the "wrap it up i'll take its"

The first weekend, we set up under some beautiful trees, covered in spanish moss. It was very picturesque, but also very much out of the way. Here's a snap of the booth on the first weekend:

Great neighbors. Beautiful scenery. No customers. Or at least, hardly any foot traffic.
We moved our tent from the back end of the faire into a more central spot for the 2nd weekend and that helped, but it was still a marginal show for us money wise.

Still, we've had a conversion experience and are currently-- not sure if you'd call it brainstorming or daydreaming, but either way, spending alot of time scheming about ways to become snowbirds & spend most of February and March down here on the gulf coast, selling pottery and leather and hiding out from the cold and rain. We even went window shopping for a new trailer: a 'toy box' which is basically an RV and cargo trailer combined. We figure it would save us on the hotel bills... that's our story anyway. Wouldn't it be cool to have all the comforts of an RV and still be able to haul our stock and setup with us?!? And the one we looked at was only 23K! A bargain at half the price! OK, so it'll be awhile before we can afford one of those suckers, but it was fun to dream...

I think we're a little young to become snowbirds, but heck, if youth is wasted on the young i guess the opposite applies: retirement is wasted on the old. We're thinking you don't have to be 70 and wealthy to be a snowbird. I'm even toying with the idea of taking up a supplemental craft that i can do 'on the road' so i don't have to come back to the studio and kilns to make more stock. I'm thinking either knitted wool socks &/or maybe funky painted chairs and tables and beaded jewelry... or cool/ funky dog leashes and collars-- that would combine D's leatherwork and my general weirdness... anyway, that's what happens to me when i spend the better part of two weeks goofing off in the sub-tropical sun.

When i got here last week, i was all mocking about the folks down here: "They're either old or drunk or both. And litterbugs. These people are filthy!" (there is alot more trash down here than i see in either WVa or Maryland). "And weather wimps! Everyone has their panties in a bunch and their winter woollies on because it's going down to 50 degrees tonight!"

In my defense, it did get colder this second week. And downright windy. There were even some respectable waves. Here's a cool pic of the sunset on a very blustery day:


Well, you can guess what happened. This week i'm in Walmart looking for long sleeved shirts and warm socks cause it's getting COLD at night. Heck, it's gonna be 50 tonight! How quickly we adjust. I just hope i can adjust back, cause we're going home to my valley tomorrow morning and the projected high for Thursday is 43 degrees. That's the HIGH! Wailee, wailee wailee! How will i manage?!

In loving memory of Barnaby
June 2001 to November 3, 2006

He was a great dog, a good friend and a gentle, loving soul.
The world is a sadder place for me, without him.

I am still grief stricken, stunned and numb.

Just after dark on Friday evening November 3 when Darrell was walking our newest dog on the leash-- so she wouldn't run into the road-- he saw and heard Barnaby get hit by a truck, driving too fast on our road. The truck didn't even stop.

Barnaby died that night, three hours later at the emergency vet in Charleston.

I don't think he was ever really in pain-- he was in shock for the first 2 hours and then, once he started showing signs of distress we were at the vets and they gave him painkillers.

We had begun to hope that we might have gotten away with something by then: there was never any blood, he couldn't walk, but he could move the front half of his body... the vet and her staff were so very competent and compassionate, it was a blessing to have such caring people surround us in our hour of crisis.

Even the vet said that she had begun to hope that Barnaby might get out of there with 'only' a bruised or broken pelvis. They had done extensive x-rays and hadn't seen any damage, and they were moving him into a kennel to stabilize him and then come and give us the relatively good news.

However, as they began to move him into the kennel, he crashed.

He stopped breathing and his heartbeat became erratic & faint. They put a tube down his throat and manually breathed for him and gave him an ephedrine injection to try to get his heart going, but it was no use. A tech came and got us and we were with him at the end, which was peaceful and natural... his heart simply stopped beating.

When they took the tube out, it was covered in blood. The vet said this confirmed that he had suffered massive internal soft tissue damage-- it didn't show up on the x-rays. His insides got pulped and his lungs filled with blood and his heart couldn't take the strain.

The good news is that he probably didn't suffer. He was in shock at first which blocks the pain, then he was sedated.

In the hour long drive to the vet, he was breathing a bit heavily occasionally but he didn't seem to be in pain. He slipped in and out of consciousness, but i'm sure he knew i was there with him. He was surrounded by love and compassion throughout his ordeal.

Here's what was going through my head as we drove home from the vet:

In the house of long life
I will wander.
In the house of happiness
I will wander.
With beauty before me
I will wander.
With beauty behind me
I will wander.
With beauty above me
I will wander.
With beauty below me
I will wander.
In old age traveling
On the trail of beauty
I will wander.
It shall be finished in beauty.
--NIGHT CHANT OF THE NAVAJO

And his death did have a beauty and dignity to it. Not what i would have chosen. Or maybe-- not WHEN i would have chosen, but beauty nonetheless.

Barnaby was a sweet, gentle giant. He was my nap buddy and a boon companion.

He hated water. I used to say that he was allergic to it. He was horrified if he saw me swimming-- he just couldn't comprehend voluntarily getting wet.

Yet he was stoic when being bathed, simply resigned to his fate. It was humbling to see such a large, powerful dog so miserable yet so resigned. He was both dignified and silly all at once.

He was a 130 lb lap dog.

He had a rough start in life. When we met him at the Montgomery County Humane Society, he was 4 months old, a 40 lb skinny pup with scary big paws. He'd lived outside all of his life, in a kennel with his mom and littermates. Yet, when we brought him into our house for the first time, he walked calmly around the kitchen and living room, then headed directly into the bedroom and hopped up onto the bed and laid himself down for a nap. He knew he was home.

I was so lucky to have him in my life.

He was my first truly big dog, and his bulk was a wonderful, calming physical grounding gift, especially when i was in distress. When my life was falling apart, in the midst of my separation and divorce, he was a gentle, peaceful companion who grounded me. Simply having his bulk sleeping in the bed next to me through those lonely nights made it possible for me to get through to the next sunrise.

And, once i'd found Darrell and we moved to Hearth Hill, the four of us: me, Darrell, Lucie and Barnaby, he was delighted to be home here. He ran free, especially in the early evenings, just after dark. He'd chase deer out of the yard or just bound about in the moonlight, delighting in movement and freedom.

B. napped alot and he was good at it. Once Lucie died, in September of 05, Barnaby became a champion napper. He seemed to get older and slower. Always a skittish boy, his fear of thunderstorms and sudden noises and of just being alone, seemed to increase.

He was at first a bit taken aback by Animosh's arrival. Ani was so small and so ALIVE that B. didn't seem to know what to do with her, how to respond to her. But Ani knew what to do, and within a month, Ani was in charge: pulling at B's tail when she wanted to play or distract him, inciting him to riot in the house by hauling a squeaky toy up onto the bed and then squeaking it at a napping B till he couldn't take it anymore, and with a sigh B would haul himself to his feet and set about chasing and playing with her.


Barnaby was with Ani when Ani died a little more than a month ago. They were about 1/4 mile down the road together, and B came back alone, more quietly freaked out than i'd ever seen him. B. looked at Darrell-- just one simple, silent, intense moment of eye contact and Darrell knew something was really wrong. Darrell got into our little car and went down the road to find Ani's body.

Barnaby once more was with me through my mourning. It was a sudden, intense grief-- that small life ripped so quickly from us on a sunny autumn day. B. was with me as i wailed and cried, and slept by my side when i finally surrendered to a healing sleep.

And, it seems, B. kept sleeping. After Ani's death, more even than before. He slept all night at the foot of our bed, on his own dog bed. In the morning, Darrell would get up before me and B. would haul himself up onto the bed and flop down into Darrell's vacated spot. He stayed there, often all day, only getting off the bed to eat breakfast, and maybe go outside to pee. Then it was back to bed and only after he was awakened and fed dinner was he interested in going outside for a few hours of night roaming. Then inside, to sleep on the sofa with us if there was TV watching, or back on the bed if we had other things happening.

That was the shape of his days for the last month of his life. We specualted about doggie Prozac. Was he depressed? It was had to tell. So, instead, we got him another dog.

Three days before he died, the new dog came home. She was an unexpected arrival, a gift of fate and healing.

We've named her Bug and she and B. got along quite well. She is less bossy than Ani, but at least once or twice a day she incited Barnaby to riot, and we had doggie chase scenes in our living room again. Bug also was determined to sleep in the puppy pile with the rest of us. Barnaby accepted her, and even seemed happier and more lively with Bug's arrival.

Then, as i said above, it ended. Darrell was out, walking Bug after dinner. It was dark, and B. was running as usual. I think he might have even been showing off for Bug, a sort of big brotherly "nah nah, i can go where i want & you can't" sort of thing.

Then, the trucks headlights, D calling out a warning to Barnaby to "keep his happy ass out da road" and that sickening thud and B's one yelp.

That was the beginning of the end. However, at least we got a chance to say goodbye, to tell him how much he was loved.

I know that he is playing with Ani and Lucie and Blaze. I hope and trust that Mike Lea and Barry Morley are organizing walks and snuggles. It's a good pack that's waiting for me on the other side, and since i don't think time matters over there, i guess i'm already there with them. But that doesn't stop me from missing them here. All of them, but most intently, my big, gentle, huge galumphing mutt. My Mr. B.

Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us---
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!
--Emily Dickinson



This is the last picture we have of him. We were napping, maybe a week ago:

It's the end of the Renn Fest as we know it....
(but, actually, i don't feel fine)
I feel tired.
It was a good season. Mostly. But i'm worn out. Usually i get a few weeks off once MDRenn Fest is over, but this year, we're going down to Florida (almost 1,000 miles each way) for two weeks to check out the Sarasota Medieval Faire. No rest for the wicked, i tell you what!

The Sarasota Faire should be fun, but i seriously messed up on my timing: i thought i had TWO weeks between the end of MDRF and the start of Sarasota. And, technically, i guess i did. But i didn't include details like, oh, the time it takes to clean and close the booth at Maryland. And the time it takes to drive down to sunny Florida. You know, stuff like that. So, i've been busier than the proverbial one legged man in an arse kicking contest. But i'm still hopping around, doing my best to kick some butt, and make some pots in the process. I'm gonna manage to have some stuff for Florida. I *hope*. Gods willing and the creek don't rise. Further, i mean.

Here are a few pics from the past season at MDRF:
Pumpkins. I made alot of clay pumpkins. Here's a pic of some of them drying in the studio:
And here's what they looked like in front of our booth at Faire:



Since i'm writing this on Halloween, i'm done with the whole pumpking thing for this year. Phew! I made at least 200 of the suckers this year. That's alot of pumpkins. I had 40 to 50 a weekend at the Faire from mid September till closing weekend, and i sold out almost every weekend, often on Saturday even... Now that Halloween's done, you'd think i could catch a break, right?! Nope. Now, i'm making pirate mugs for Florida. Gotta have something to put on the shelves down there, so we can justify our week of lounging on the beach in between weekends of selling. Speaking of which, i need to go check the kiln. And then, hopefully, to bed for my very tired self. Will try to post more soon.

No, really.

Well, it's been a month, but we're still really missing our Ani. In fact, our pain is "fresh" in some ways, because D & I got tattoos last week, in honor of Ani. Our friend Jill (an amazing, aspiring tattoo artist) designed the butterflies for us-- we told her we wanted black and white butterflies with attitude.
Black and white, cause those where Ani's colors. Butterflies because a) Ani loved to chase them b) they are beautiful but short lived, just like her c) At quote from Philip Pullman's beautiful novel, The Golden Compass that resonates with me so much. It's a witch (who lives much longer than humans do) explaining to a girl about why witches fall in love with men even though they know they'll die very quickly..."men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. "

We put a bit of her ashes in the ink, so she'll always be with us.
This is what they look like...
this is mine:
















and the hairy back on the right is Darrells:

In loving memory
Animosh aka little girl aka Monkey Girl aka Poopie Head
February 1 2006-- September 27 2006
"Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there"

The newest member of the Dancing Pig family left us on a sunny late September weekday. She ran out onto the road, on her way home from the bone stash (a spot about 1/4 mile from our house that folks have dumped deer carcases for years-- our dogs head down there, grab some leg or rib bones and bring them back to the house for an afternoon snack... this is life in rural WVa). She was hit by a passing car and died instantly. Her head was crushed, and our hearts feel as though they were crushed as well.

Ani had a brief life with us, but it was a very full one. She went about everything full tilt. She was full of energy, piss and vinegar and she was the boss of our house. It was fun to watch her torment our big dog into playing with her. She weighed 25 lbs. when she was full grown and B. was at least 130 lbs for her whole life. But even if she wasn't large, she was in charge, and she hung off his tail or pulled at his ear till he did what she wanted him to.

Ani was a great snuggler, and slept in bed with Darrell and I everynight- under the covers if it was cold, on top, usually in between my legs, if it was warm. I don't know how i'll manage sleeping without her.

We got Ani at a flea market near Charleston in early March of this year. She was only 4 weeks old. She had been weaned early by her mom cause her whole litter had sharp teeth. She weighed 5 lbs and won our hearts right away.

Ani was allegedly a Cocker Spaniel/ Jack Russell mix. And she did seem to have the fierce independent spirit of a JR terrier but also the heart and eyes of a Cocker Spaniel. She took herself down to the river every day as soon as she was large enough to get down our porch steps. We still have sand in our bed, because she'd come home covered in sand and dirt from her river adventures and hop right onto the bed for a post swim nap.

Ani didn't like to have her belly rubbed. She'd growl and mutter and carry on, but D. "gots the tummy" every day. It was usually what i woke up to: D. rubbing and carrying on, Ani wriggling and growling, trying to get away and enjoying the snuggle all at once.

Ani was a mamma's dog. She always wanted to go with me, wherever i went. She'd get bored in the studio after awhile though, esp. late at night or in the middle of the afternoon. Then she'd crawl up under my wedging table, which is where i stashed abundant stock of empty plastic bags (clay comes in 25 lb blocks inside these bags. I go through 4,000 to 5,000 lbs of clay a year- i have lots of these bags). Ani would crawl into the crinkly pile and rummage around, arranging a nest just so, and then she'd nap till it was time to go into the house. I relished her quiet company & it's just one of the many things i'll miss about her.

She was our heart and our soul, the love in our house flowed through her and we will miss her so much more than words can express.

Fare Well, my brave little one, and know that you were loved and cherished here. We will always love you and look forward to many more belly rubs and river adventures in the Summerlands with your distinctive fiercely beautiful self.



The following is from Philip Pullman's beautiful book THE GOLDEN COMPASS. This is a witch, who lives much longer than regular humans, explaining to a girl why witches take men as lovers, even knowing that they will outlive them:


You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but i shall tell you anyway and you'll understand later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches in they are female, human if they are not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken.
Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka* comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us.

*Yambe-Akka is the witches' death goddess

Procrastination is a wonderful thing, ain't it?!
And now, i even have a doctor's note!
That's right, folks, i have a medical excuse for slacking off: Lyme disease.
Apparently, i've had this lovely tick borne bacteria making it's home in my body for the past year or two. Explains the lack of motivation, energy & stamina, huh?
Now that i know, i gotta take the nasty antibiotics to deal with it.
Yipee, a month of making war on my gut. All the little beasties must die- good, bad and indifferent.
But hopefully, once they are gone, i'll be back to my usual cranky but more energetic self again.
In the meantime, i'm sleeping too much and eating alot of yogurt.
And (yeah, yeah, stop nagging) trying to make some pottery when i'm awake.
Got another bumpersticker recently that applies to my life these days:
Consciousness that annoying period between naps.
Speaking of which, i think it's time for my post breakfast lie down!

We're OFF! and furthermore, we're leaving!
(sorry, i have a weakness for bad british humor)
anyway, the hard working folks at Dancing Pig are heading off to War.
Where, we can work even harder, party all night, snatch a few hours of sleep as we twitch to the pounding of the party drums, then get up and do it all over again! In the mud & heat! Isn't life grand?



This will be my 22nd consecutive year at Pennsic! (though i've only been selling pottery for about 15 years now) It's damn hard work, too hot, too muddy, too muggy, too loud & they don't allow dogs. Other than that, it's about the best time i've ever had & i (usually) manage to make money doing it! Doesn't get much better than that! Here's what we're leaving behind. I don't know what i'll miss more- my mutts or my bed!


So, i gotta go pack up pottery and clean underwear & wean myself off of air conditioning and indoor plumbing. I'll be back home on Aug 20th & hope to have a link to photos up soon thereafter Though, of course, once i get home it's a mad scramble to get ready for opening weekend at MDRenn Fest. But that's another post...

Early July Update:
We're having a great time here in the hills of West Virginia!
We're busy recovering from the invasion of friends and family and dogs over the past weekend- it seems like there where at least 50 kids and 30 dogs and not nearly enough adults running herd over them!

herre's what our house looked like most of the time:
(these guys are playing, i promise!)

Though really, i don't think we had more than 10 rugrats & maybe three extra bonus dogs and 15 nominal adults up for a camping/hangout weekend event.
We went kayaking and canoeing and swimming in the river and we shot off lots of fireworks. Cold frosty beverages where consumed and songs where sung around the campfire. Fireflies where chased and caught. We watched the moon rise over the mountian. We went hiking and ate too much and played alot. All in all, a very relaxing weekend!

And i still have hangers on! My sister & her kids are visiting from Colorado- they flew into Pittsburgh on Thursday night/Friday morning... ok, it was like this: They landed at 12:06 am Friday morning, but once we gathered up all the luggage and went to the pottie & loaded ourselves up and drove back down to Dancing Pig World Headquarters, it was 5 in the morning.


in this pic, D & Ani catching up on some much needed zzzs.

So, our sleep schedules are still a little screwy, but we're managing. And it's great to have the pitter patter of little feet about the place. I'm really enjoying time with my little sister & her wonderful kids!
We took some time to do a bit of sightseeing. Here's my niece, my sister & me at the overlook for the bridge over the New River (aka the Grand Canyon of the east) (how can the G.C.o.t.E. be in WEST Virginia?!) Anyway:

The nephew is 7 and is a total Harry Potter fanatic. We're dyeing his hair jet black this week so he can look like his idol.
Here's a photo of us "in process"

The niece is 5 and sweet as ever. She's into all things pink and kitties and dollies and is such a girlie girl that i am a bit taken aback- i'm not sure where all this girliness came from, but it is so adorable in her that i am smitten!

Here we are playing with hats at Tammark:



It's all i can do to drag myself away from them so i can work in the studio.
But work i must, for Pennsic LOOMS.
And, as if that wasn't enough stress, we've added two more shows to our schedule for July!
This coming Saturday, July 15 Darrell and the pottery will be sharing a booth with our friends from Foolish Oak Designs at the Adams County Irish Festival near Gettysburg PA: http://www.adamscountyirishfestival.com/
and then the week after that Darrell and the pottery are heading north, the furthest north we've ever been as a business in fact, to the Blackstone Valley Celtic Festival in Sutton, MA (yes, Massafrickingchusetes!) which is happening July 22 & 23.

So come on out to one of those shows and say hello! And i'll try to keep making pots so we have enough for War and the Renn Fest as well!

I gotta go make pots!

don't have time for a long post today, but had to put in this link, it made me smile!
http://www.nataliedee.com/062806/fortune-cookie.jpg

this chick is wickedly smart, witty & funny! no, i'm not talking about myself. Check her out, go out, git...

Road Trip!
Dancing Pig "hit the road" yesterday (aka Tuesday June 27). We went north and bit west some 150 miles to Weaver Leather, Darrell's idea of the promised land.
This mecca of all things leather is in eastern central Ohio, smack dab in the middle of the largest Amish enclave in the US. In 'downtown' Mt. Hope, there were actually more horse drawn buggies than there were cars! It made the trip there and back again very scenic and picturesque, but it also made me feel very much like a tourist, so i didn't take any photos of them, even though i wanted to. We did see some very beautiful horses and lots of Amish kids hanging out or walking down the road, including one really cranky looking girl, who seemed about 14, in a huge hurry, striding down the pavement on the side of a country road, barefoot, scowling and looking as if she was going to kick someone's ass! Glad it wasn't me on the recieving end of her wrath!

It took us almost 4 hours to get there, but it was worth it just to see how happy it made Darrell! We got to go into the back and pick out leather from the piles and piles of it- all sorts of dead cows, pigs & even kangaroos!

I'm trying to figure out how to add photos into the text, so please bear with me. This should be a pic of the wall o' suede:




Woot! i think i've got it! The blue in this photo made us think of our pal Morganna/Mavi & we almost got some for her. But we'd spent too much money already, and made the very patient Amish man who was helping us add more leather to our tab 3 times before i found this corner of the warehouse!




Anyway, here's a last photo of the pile o' leather that both D & i kept ourselves from jumping into & rolling around in, but just barely:


So, that's what we did yesterday. Oh, yeah, on our way back we stopped off at a fireworks place and loaded up for the weekend after the fourth party we're planning out here. (and to which anyone who wants to come to is invited! email me for more details!)

Now you know what we do when we have a bit o' cash! Pay bills? Nah! We go on a road trip and spend our money on dead things and dangerous bits of cardboard that go boom!

This _should_ all pay off for us by Pennsic, when D will have lots of new product to show off! So be sure to stop in and ask what's new! (and to inquire after all our fingers and eyes after the firework extravaganza!)

OK, that's enough for now! I gotta get to work in the studio! We have to unpack ALL of our pottery, let it dry out overnight, then replace any pricetags that got all runny and blurry in the deluge, inventory and then repack the suckers.

Did i mention that D. got rained out big time this past weekend at the Celtic Fling?!? He said that they had rain coming down in buckets while they were loading out! We have inches and inches of standing water in the plastic boxes that hold our pots, thus the need for unpacking and draining the suckers. Water doesn't really hurt the pots, but it can make any leather or corks packed in with them get all mildew-y and gross and in general it's just kinda nasty and besides, i have to inventory anyway, so i can get to work on what to make for Pennsic and MDRF... no rest for da' pig. Or, not much anyway.

My first show report!


Dancing Pig attended the first ever Western PA Fairie Festival a few weeks ago. This happened June 10 & 11th, at Cooper's Lake Campground, about an hour north of Pittsburgh. Yes, that's right campers, the same place that hosts Pennsic.

The weather was great, even a bit chilly if you were in the wind.
The crowd friendly if a bit sparse. The merchants awesome & the mood suitably festive and fey! Our sales could have been stronger, the crowd could have been larger, but all in all a postive experience. We'll be back next year. Hope you come on out too!


We had lots of fun! This fairie house on a turtle's back was amazing! Don't know if you can read it, but the yellow sign says "Fairieland or Bust!"

Darrell got inducted into the B. O. G. (Beloved Order of the Greenman) aka 'Groved' which made him very happy! We really liked the two oak trees that we were set up under. It was fun being in Eastrelm Royal as a lowely money grubbing merchant!




















and here's one last picture of me, doing what i do best,

especially at a slow show on a sunny day!
Naptime for me! Speaking of which....

So, the plan is to try to keep this blog up to date about the goings on and upcoming events here in Pigland, aka Dancing Pig's World Headquarters/Compound located here in the suburbs of Arnoldsburg WVa.

First the big news flash: we're going to be at the Celtic Fling this weekend!!! We're sharing a space with our pals from Foolish Oak Designs. Since this is a last minute event, we're not going to be listed on the program or anything, but the important thing is that our pots will be there. So you should be too!

Here's a link: http://www.parenfaire.com/outdoor/CelticFling/Celticfling.htm

Actually, in the interest of full disclosure, i should clarify this. Dancing Pig will be there. Our pots will be there. Very cool other stuff from Foolish Oak and friends will be there. Big D will the there. But i will be at home, basking in the glory of my air conditioned studio and frantically making pots for Pennsic. But as i said above, that shouldn't keep YOU from being there. So go already!