I'm not going to lie. I've been complaining quite a bit about how cool the weather has been, wondering when it would finally feel like summer around here. When I awoke to sunshine on Saturday morning, I gleefully rose and immediately started working on the planned projects for the day. The big plan was to plant the annuals we had purchased earlier in the week. We're a little behind in getting our annuals planted this year, and I'm sure that has everything to do with buying the house. I feel like the last month has just fallen into a black hole of time, and now I'm realizing how much I have to do.
My immediate concern is Plush You II. Initially, our submissions were due in September, but now our due date is in less than a month, and I have nothing more than an idea. Additionally, Blair and I will be running a workshop during the show, and we've been trying to come up with a plan. At least we have a little more time to get that in order, but I have a feeling this summer is going to fly by, and October is already shaping up to be a crazy month. It's the month we'll be moving into our house, so I know all my concentration will be focused on that.
Anyway, I tried to sit down and work out a pattern for my Plush You submissions. I cut it out, sewed it up, realized it was smaller than I had envisioned, and threw it aside. It's not that I'm not motivated. I truly am. It's just that,
Have I mentioned that? Oh yeah, I started to, but I got a bit sidetracked. See, it's been rather chilly around here. In fact, just last Friday I was complaining about how terribly wrong it was that I still had to wear a jacket to work in the morning. So when I awoke to the sun on Saturday, I was elated. I immediately set to work. I spray painted our flower boxes a nice light green color, then set to work planting the geraniums, petunias and begonias we had purchased at half price because they had all been woefully neglected. We felt very proud of ourselves for saving them and giving them a lovely new home.
I was enjoying our little task so much that I didn't really notice exactly how warm it was getting outside. It was so unexpected, that I didn't really even pay attention. Sure, the weather forecasters said it was going to be warm, but they're always so unreliable. Of course, in this situation they were unreliable as well - they failed to tell me it was going to be sweltering.
Despite the heat, and my subsequent sunburn, I had one of the finest days I've had in a long time. I took my old twin sized laura ashley comforter from college out to the lawn, sat down and worked on my mailorder project. I spent more time than I would like to admit trying to figure out the secret word, but felt so satisfied once I had, and I'm quite please with the reward.
There were butterflies all over the back yard. Eric and put out some melon for them hoping they would get just a little bit closer, but they never did. Nonetheless, they were thrilling to see. that evening we had good friends over for an impromptu BBQ and sipped mojitos as the sun went down. It simply could not have been a more perfect summer day.
But then there was yesterday: 90 degrees. And today: 92 degrees. We northwesterners simply aren't prepared for such heat in much the same way we aren't prepared for snow. Here, it's all about moderation: not too hot, not too cold. Even the sunworshippers are out of sorts, and it's difficult to get any sleep.
So, back to my Plush You project. I just had to give up for the night. I simply don't have the energy. I'm just too hot...
I'll leave you with a picture of Eric's cherished Valiant. It got a bath today because Eric is going to be selling it. I can't believe we never went to a single drive-in movie in that car...
I'm so sorry to those of you I haven't written back. I'm still getting caught up. Please be patient with me.