Hot weather is good for a great many things. Sewing is not one of them.
My sewing machine looks sad. With the weather being so unbearably hot, the last thing I want to do is drape myself in quilting fabric and sew. Of course, my creativity level drops by like a thousand when the thermometer hovers over seventy to begin with, so the fact that these last few weeks I’ve been a little less homemaker-like and a lot more poetic shouldn’t come as a surprise. Well, except to me, as I don’t consider myself a poet.