Saturday, June 26, 2010
We went out for a tour. It had been cool last night after the storm and then again in the morning but it kept getting hotter. It felt like Charleston S.C. in August, but it's still June, and we are about 13 hours north of there by car.
I kept changing clothing. The wrap around skirt was comfy but nothing matched it. The palazzo pants were cute but the elastic waist hurt my kidneys. I tried to cut some of the elastic out, but it was not enough, and there was no electricity to sew through all the layers to put it back together. None of my shoes matched anything, but if they did, my feet hurt in them. It's as if hot weather makes me lose my sense of style completely.
I put on no makeup which makes me look tired, and wear a baseball hat to keep the sun out of my eyes.
I never in my life thought I would be with a man who wears clothing bearing sports insignia, but I have, and that's hardly unusual, but I could not have guessed after being a milliner for years, that I would adopt a baseball hat. It's not attractive. I am not some tall rangy girl with a tomboy wardrobe.
I am a short woman with big hair, and women's clothing and it's looks just awful. I gotta say, it's practical.
A bit later I was in the kitchen and the refrigerator started making noise. I yell this out to Lou in the yard. He says open it up! Yes! Electric is back on. I know they are going to turn it off again eventurally, but tonight I sleep in air conditioned bliss.