
I bought this absolutely gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous blanket at a
thrift store recently. Its one of those finds that I sneak up and grab
immediately, saying to myself I'll take it over to the corner and
look it over in a minute, just in case someone walks up and says its
theirs, I can play it all innocent and coy right now, like I'm doing
the store a favor to take it off their hands. (Secretly
screaming!!) I love the yellow hombre stripe, it feels very summer
camp-like to me. Its 100% wool and in immaculate condition. And all
this love for a mere $5. I brought it home and washed it up in my
favorite new detergent and dryer sheets (I'm trying to be easier on the environment, but I need that fresh laundry smell too...this is doing it for me and others I know).
I wasn't sure if it would wash, but I rationalized that it wouldn't be
used if it couldn't clean up well, so I threw it in on gentle. It came
out perfectly.

I've been thinking a lot about summer camp. The idea of summer camp.
Good, old fashioned, squeaky slamming screen doors and bunk beds summer
camp. Its inspiring me somehow, although I'm not quite sure how just
yet. Peter, are you reading this? I'm thinking of a simple decor
conversion at home, what do you think? Popsicle stick lamps, camp cots with canvas covers (Courtney got me thinking about these last year and I haven't really stopped) and communal dining halls.
The other day while I was in the studio I listened to this podcast and felt the urge to sign up for camp myself. (I highly recommend hanging out with Ira when you are crafting, he is, as Peter and I say, the shiz-nitz.)
The best part of the story was when the leaders of the colordays were chosen as
their eyes were closed and a whistle was placed around their necks.
They were crying, sobbing really. I couldn't get over the emotion they
were feeling, funny and poignant, all at the same time. As I was
making dinner later, I kept thinking that my kids must experience this
camp-like world, they just have to, I really can't deny them. Course,
its expensive and they're too young, plus I'm going off on a tangent
like I usually do. (For now, their summer slamming screen door will
have to be the one on their backyard playhouse, above.)
Course, my dream summer camp would be filled with glorious flowers
by my bed (my comfy bed, not a cot), good food and wine on the patio.
Although I do like the communal dining hall idea.