The setting was the Lancaster Country Club, a rustic verdant setting with a boat dock from half a decade ago, a gravel circle drive and a number of wood frame buildings. An array of amazing artists were gathered in this circle with wares that ranged from whimsical clay rattles and vessels by Linda Gossett sophisticated and elegant jewelry by Zeke and Marty, compelling manipulated photography by my neighbor Patricia Pusateri and of course Randy buzzing about being the ultimate host on four wheels. My coworker/ husband Shannon was even allowed a bit of time on Randy’s lake to do a little fly fishing. I was pretty worn out by Sunday evening, but it is hard to consider anything about the weekend “work”. It was play.

The other day I was sitting at a light right next to the courthouse and had one of those start-stop- you-go-first-no-after-you…engagements with a pedestrian. As he passed in front of me, I noticed his hat. It looked familiar- a grey band and an ochre top, I recognized it as a hat I’d made a year ago. The confirmation was the button, when he was just one the other side of the car I saw it. The button on the back with the red thread stitched in an “X”. I have been marking my hats with the button since I first started sewing them. It is just a little thing, but it makes a difference to me.  So, if you are out and about and you think you might be looking at a Cimarrona hat, look for the button.