It's been hot around here. If you're from around here, you know that is nothing new. It is always hot in the summer. But this year we had a marvelous miraculous spring, which was extended for months by continuous rainfall. I was lulled into a false sense of well-being, and feel like 100+ is a cruel joke being played on all of us.
Can't we have a cooler summer, all summer long, just once? Pretty please?
I deal with it by doing chores before noon, and then playing in the Studio until dinner time. Only it's too hot to play. I just want to lie back and eat bon bons. I don't eat bon bons. Instead, I chug ice water and crunch ice as though I'm in a Nathan's ice-eating contest. I could be a contender. :)
This morning's "chore" focused on cleaning the back bedroom. When I finally got back to quilting-for-hire, I cleared my sewing table by transferring everything to the bed next door. I've been stashing things on the bed next door for 3 months. The bed was full.
As I cleared off the bed, I found all kinds of marvelous things, things that had completely disappeared from memory. Like a bag FULL of aquamarine beads, that I bought at the bead store back in May. I'd completely forgotten them.
I found a Rubbermaid shoe box, filled with beads that I'd purchased in Long Beach and at PIQF. I remember buying some of them, and had been looking for them for months. Apparently I'd put them in a "safe place."
I found many bits and pieces meant for quilted cards. I actually made three cards today, but again forgot to pull out my camera before sealing the envelope. I should store my camera next to the stamps when I am making cards.
These two will go out in tomorrow's mail.
I also found several small (less than 12") quilts that are partially completed. I may finish some of them.
It's really a bummer that I actually have some long spans of quality time available right now. It's too hot to think, so I can't work on anything demanding precision or care. *sigh* Welcome Summer!
And the pile on the bed? Well, it's still there, but quickly dissipating. Just like my brain cells in the heat.
Work, Work, Work
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