Obsession has no temperature gauge

It has been hot this week. Hot and humid. Hot and humid, and sticky, and miserable. Every day I have come home to a house that is stuffy and at least 84 degrees inside. The dogs have been permanently camped in front of the fan in the kitchen.

And what, pray tell, have I been working on? Cotton? Linen? A deliciously cool silk? Nay, only the faint of heart would work with such light and airy fibers in this intensive heat. I have been up to my elbows in merino roving. And at last, despite the sweat dripping from my brow, I managed to achieve success. My very first skein of handspun yarn.

*Cue Stevie Wonder music* Isn’t She Lovely? It’s really awful stuff, but I love it because it was made by my hands, by the sweat of my brow…and believe me, there was sweat.

Also! Last night my MIL and I went to our neighbors house after a crazy thunderstorm and picked cherries. It was nice and cool out, finally. We were all visiting. I picked 8 quarts. They are beautiful and much better tasting than anything I have ever bought from a store. So dark and shiny. I was up until midnight pitting them. They are just delicious. I was so sticky when I was done. I was covered in cherry splatters.

Guess what else? My neighbor spins and knits. She wants to go to Rhinebeck but her boyfriend doesn’t want to go and she doesn’t want to go alone. Woo Hoo! Talk about an answer to prayer. So we are going to try and get together to do some knitting and spinning. AND I found a local Stitch & Bitch that meets at the local Starbucks every 1st Thursday of the month.

AND…..my hubby and FIL put the air conditioner in last night. It was a good day.