Summer Sampler Sunday

The last few days have been very hot; this morning it was 90 degrees when I got into my car at 9 a.m. to go to Lowes for a propane tank exchange for the grill so that I could grill the chicken before we had the usual afternoon thunderstorm. I got the tank home without blowing up the car (always my worry as it rolls around in the trunk) and hooked up and BF got the grill cleaned as I got the chicken cleaned and cooked and sauced and everything put away just as the first rumbles of thunder were heard.

Because it was so typically a Southern-hot day, and I was sitting under the big ceiling fan stitching and thinking about when I lived in Chattanooga in an apartment that didn't have air conditioning, so we'd go after work and spend the evening at one lake or another and on the weekend head for the Smokies, where it generally was twenty degrees cooler among the streams and mountain laurel (although I despise camping--just despise it). But thinking about the smell of the Tennessee River (in those days not so pleasant--a mixture of mud and chemicals from the tannery although the river's been cleaned up a lot and there's even a big river aquarium to see now) made me think about stitching on Sarah McPhail, so I got her out and went to work today and won't be putting her away again anytime soon.



Ann Wallace and I are, I'm sorry to say, having "issues." You may remember that Ann is a re-start because I didn't really like the previous fabric. I don't like this fabric either, even though I like the color. It's too THICK, and I keep poking my needle-pushing finger with the eye-end of the needle, which hurts, and it's extra work to keep pushing that needle through thick fabric and realizing just how enormous the design is, so it's time to put it away for a little while and contemplate my options. I have sort of an itch to work on a patriotic or Americana-type sampler anyway. Take that, Ms. Difficult Ann Wallace and Your Miserable Fabric!


Here's a photo of Pink and Elvis just as the storm got rolling. They actually are unfazed by the thunder, but they snuggle all the time. The house is nice and cool, but even so, you'd think snuggling with Elvis and all his fuzziness would be hot on a summer afternoon, wouldn't you? And whoever mentioned that he needs his bangs trimmed is right--he looks a little like Cousin It.
Pink: "zzzzzzzzz."



Happy week ahead!