I've just done a lunch time mad dash to Goodwill for some treasure hunting, and returned with a bag o' loot!
Today's temp is hovering in the high 80's, and the humidity is approximately 1 kajillion percent. The kind of weather where *no one* (I mean me) can possibly look presentable for more than 5 minutes.
I am sweating like, well ... me in church* As I walked back with sweat rolling down my face, soaking my hair, and surely making happy lil' smile imprints on my pants below my butt cheeks, I had to wonder : am I a sweaty freak? Do I do this every year when it gets hot? I think I may need to lay the blame on genes. I'm a mutt really, but predominately French, German, and Irish. Think brisk temperatures, wind-swept tundra, rocky forbidding shores. Not blazing sun and stifling humidity. I also burn and then freckle in the sun, so I avoid it if possible. Right now I have a farmer tan from working in the garden in tank tops - my shoulders and upper back are a deep caramel, and the rest of me is fish-belly white. The lovely shade where you can see all my veins and whether or not I shaved my legs this morning.
No, we are not a hot-weather people ... although I do retain fat very well (making me especially hardy through lean winters), I have broad shoulders (I could probably pull a plow after the horse gets tired), and I do possess the famous child bearing hips. Thanks ancestors.
Oh, and the fabulous treasures have me in a crafty mood. The crafting gods hit me with a fantastic idea on my walk back, and I will be posting about that in days to come. Stay cool, chickens!
*Disclaimer - the last time I set foot in church, the whole bloody place went up in flames, so this is a hypothetical situation.