We're home from our weekend with Honna and George at Lake Wallenpaupack; we're a little bit hot, a little bit sticky, and a lot tired and a lot happy. The cabin that Honna inherited from her dad is comfortable and charming and a tad rustic. There's a huge deck that demands to have meals served there. The beds are comfortable and the setting just lovely. The house also has a slip at the lake, which Honna hasn't been using, since she doesn't boat.
We hauled Windspirit up with us on Friday night, arriving sometime around eight o'clock, I think, after stopping someplace for a bite to eat. Saturday morning we got the sailboat into the lake, packed Joe a lunch, and off he went, not to be seen or heard from again for hours. George had commitments at the local hobby shop and Honna and I sewed. She's working on an autumn-toned Disappearing Nine Patch and I finished up my Hot Summer Hearts and my Pay It Forward and even did some work on my Time Began In A Garden remaining blocks. We had a wonderful time together. Mid-afternoon, she mentioned having found a tiny quilt shop about twenty minutes away and did I want to go? Hah!
Someone I Know is going to need to be moving out of his crib into a big boy bed sometime in the next year and I'd had the idea of making a sailboat quilt for his new bed. Now that there's a new baby on the way, that move might take place sooner rather than later. There at this tiny little shop (that doesn't have a website, unfortunately), I found exactly the right fabric! A pale blue mottle for the background and eight terrific coordinated homespun plaids for the ships. I have plenty of "sailcloth."
Tonight when we got home I had Joe look through the various sailboat quilt block patterns and he pronounced "Tall Ship" to be just the right one. Hence another project enters the queue.