|Dealing a new hand|
|A tidy box that lives inside one of the tubs|
It starts in the quarter berth with two bins that hold supplies and tools, categorized by her own unknowable algorithms. When she dives into her bins and plucks out smaller and smaller boxes each organized by color or content, I'm reminded of nesting Russian dolls. Now and then I'm called on to contribute by lugging the bins into the saloon where she shuffles the stuff like a deck of cards and draws a new hand. This tells me that a new project is on the horizon and soon we'll be plucking a different color of thread off the upholstery.
|Janome tackles a baby quilt at anchor in Three Mile Harbor|
|Janome spits out a new pillow|
Her kit also includes an iron -- funny smells drift forward when it heats up -- and plastic rulers in all shapes and sizes.
|Sunbeams on a project with Biscuit hiding in the corner|
|Biscuit is still aboard. |
One of my favorite pillows by Anita.
|Anita Kinnears the Harvey Gamage|
In my cruising world the true celebrities are the vessels. While I loathe celeb sighting announcements, I must point out that in Essex the Harvey Gamage, an ocean classroom that I first saw in Bequia, was anchored near our course. I consider any ship with such graceful lines to be famous and Wikipedia agrees. Anita Kinneared the Harvey Gamage, forever tying the loop of our passions. Snazzy socks, eh?