According to the Kinsey report, ev'ry average man you know
much prefers to play his favorite sport
when the temperature is low
but when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot
Mister GOB for his squab,
a marine for his queen
a G.I. for his cutie-pie is not
Cause it's too too too darn hot
It's too darn hot
Lyrics by Cole Porter, 1948.
It's too darn hot... in the sewing room...
Now don't get me wrong... hey, what's going on here with blogger? I can't find my usual san serif font & I feel like I've drunk from the "shrink me" bottle..
Anyway, in addition to being an extra on the Reality TV Show "Alice in WonderBlog", I finally sat down in my small but beautifully formed sewing room to make things for my craft swap partner, who is the lovely Angelene & who has a shop on Etsy... she and I are both happy members of the Down Under Street Team, aka DUST, which is made up of some of the Aussie contingent who've found their way onto Etsy.
(Warning: 70's Barry White moment about to hit...) We're doing a "lurve" theme for February, so I'm wracking my brains & I've decided to make her some pyramids in her favorite colours, with hand appliqued hearts on them - and I've put this off for a few days (about 10, actually) because I can't bear to go into aforesaid small but beautifully formed sewing room because it's too darned hot!!!
I really, truely loath summer. It's not a new thing, I've hated every minute of it since I first arrived in this fair land, some 392 years ago (well, it feels that long).. and discovered this thing called "humidity"... when I lived in England as an adult, I had smooth shiny hair. I only have to step outside here in summer to have my hair transformed into something that resembles a sheepdog, only not so well looked after. Frizz, frizz and more frizz. Not only that, but my face gets red in the heat.... and we're talking 'Rudolph' here, not just a gentle Post Box red...
My grandmother, who was a lady of quality, thank you very much, told me when I was about 8 or 9, that horses sweat, men perspire and ladies glow prettily. Well, mine isn't so much as glowing prettily as lighting up a whole city... ick. I hate it. I have drawers full of clothes suitable for Autumn, Winter and Spring. I love wearing socks, and my favourite LL Bean suede clogs (with other clothes, rudey...). I love wearing my favourite 'Maui' hoodie that I got on my honeymoon 375 years ago, and I love being able to feel the weight of not one, not two, not three, but four beautiful patchwork quilts on my bed... I'm living in the wrong hemisphere, I know. Global warming will likely be the death of me... actually, it may be the death of all of us.
Anyway, enough whining. I've got them cut out, the applique is done & they're pressed & waiting to be sewn up tomorrow, then stuffed to the gills with lovely lavender. Pictures to follow, promise!