Summer Lovin’ Just Kidding I Hate Summer

Okay, alright, okay. So I haven’t written since February. This will come as no surprise to anyone, myself included. With a waning hopefulness that perhaps necessarily comes with age, I find that I quickly run out of steam these days. At any rate, here I am! To report that my least favourite season, summer, has finally come to an end! Yes, I am currently sitting in a window sweating, but it’s September so technically autumn. Right?

I thought I had fixed the problem of summer by spending my last two performing in a dark theatre instead of out in the hot hot sun. But, alas, I did not have that opportunity this summer. And because I’m me and what some might call a dramatic fatalist, I spent the many many hot months mourning this loss and vowing to never tread the boards again.

But also because I’m me, I managed to pull myself together enough to (when not waitressing) keep make make making for Winter-Maker and regularly attend some markets. Having George by my side for these (usually Dickensian hellscape) affairs has definitely been a balm. Each time we pop the tent somehow feels like first time we’ve ever done it/why can’t we remember how to do it/why is it always so stressful…. but really he’s my supportive, espresso-procuring hero.

I’ve been making more cool multimedia art like these Alice in Wonderland pieces.

I cut out scenes from from a beloved old t-shirt and embroidered embellishments on top of the drawings. Some decoupage and painting of frames I’ve thifted and restored complete the scene.

My sweet man also got me a proper sewing machine, so I’ve been able to expand to various other textile offerings. I should add that he also provided me with the opportunity to pick up a second (improper) sewing machine! I found this beauty in an old building on his aunt’s property in the Adirondacks, and George convinced me to load it on the boat and take it back to Kingston! I have yet to search through all the drawers to ascertain the date (I’m scared of all the potential dead mice) but, of course, there’s nary a piece of plastic in sight and the belt is made of leather.

Despite my morose attitude towards this cruel season of heat and despair (haha ha ….. ha), it has brought its fair share of love and light and happiness, I must concede. I am incredibly lucky to be living this life, as heartbreaking as parts might be.

That’s about all I have in me for now. But always hoping that the love and light is reaching to your shores.

xW