The end of June and I'm sleeping under a comforter. Yes, yes, I know I'll eat my words next week when I'm sitting around fanning myself like Scarlett O'Hara after long Georgia afternoon of frustrating the local beaux.
Here in WW world we're dealing with autumn in June by getting all artsy crafty.
The scene of a canal in Venice (note the enlargement of the snap I took while we were there) is coming along nicely even if the artist painting out on our porch is toying with frostbite.
I descended to the basement and with my 1971 Singer sewing machine cranked out a succession of new pillow covers to jazz up the porch.
This weather had better break soon or before we know it, himself will be setting up scaffolding to reenact the Sistine Chapel on the living room ceiling and my inner Martha Stewart will overcome me like The Hulk and Bruce Banner.