Hot as Hades. Hot as blazes. Hot as hell. Hot as the devil's kitchen. Hot as ten thousand suns in one. Hot as pepper. Hot as love's flaming climate. Huh? Yes, I've been looking up similes for "hot." It seems to be all we talk about, think about, and swear about. I've had it. I want 72 degrees and a cool breeze off the bay.
My guild, the Peconic Ruggers, had their annual August hook in on Saturday. We were to meet in the basement of a church with no air conditioning. Not. Thanks to our very smart member Sue, we moved across the street to the library and hooked in the frigid air of the children's room.
Of course, I am blaming my lack of productivity on the heat -- its an easy scapegoat. I think I need some sunlight and vitamin D after spending a month in the air conditioning. I have made several 3-D sunflowers, a project I taught my class last week. I'm working on a tutorial for my followers on Instagram. I've also been working on some new needle punch designs and trying to find a new source of wool thread for them.
Fall is fast approaching, even though it doesn't feel like it. My rug designing colleagues are all working on Halloween and Christmas designs . . . I'm not so sure I will catch up! Our first show of the season is the Hallockville Fall Festival, September 10 and 11, 2016. My guild, the Peconic Ruggers, will host their biennial rug show in the Naugles Barn during the Festival. I think that deadline will help me get in gear at long last . . .
Please send some sweet condolences to Cathy at Orange Sink/The Red House Wool Studio. Her mother passed away on Saturday. She could use some wooly hugs.