I know. You’re thinking, “Didn’t Nikki just move from Arizona? Probably the hottest place ever?” Yes, you’re right. I now live in New England, maybe the most opposite place I could find to the desert heat I lived in for the past three years, but…its hot here.
Maybe it’s the humidity.
I know its cliché to say, but heat is different without humidity. I just can’t take this blanket of warm air that wraps itself around me every time I leave my house. It’s suffocating. How did I live in the northeast for the first 27 years of my life?
Maybe it’s that I’m 6+ months pregnant.
Do I really need to say more on that one?
Maybe it’s that I kind of got the raw end of a deal with my husband, and now find myself crafting on the second floor of my house in an unairconditioned room that only has one 2’ x 2’ window that opens from the bottom out.
Call me crazy, but unless the air is blowing from the ground up, which it rarely does here on planet earth, it’s literally like a sweatshop in there.
Whatever the reason, it’s hot here.
Last night I hit rock bottom. I was in my craft room, in a sweat-off with my water glass, wearing my husband’s gym shorts (give me a break here, please…not much in the line of “shorts” is really fitting me right now) and a camisole that, at this stage in my life, gives new meaning to the word “half-shirt,” when I considered really the only available option…stripping down…even more, if you know what I mean.
Yes, that thought did actually cross my mind.
So, is that the secret…the magic…behind Nikki, In Stitches? Is that what gives my projects that certain “je ne sais quoi?”
I wish! Wouldn’t that make a great story? But I know if it ever got around none of you would ever enter into another one of my giveaways! Alas, no, I remained fully clothed, but the idea is not completely gone from my head. Do I need to say it again? It’s hot here!
If it’s not a lack of clothing that inspires Nikki, In Stitches, what does? I have in a past post alluded to a previous run-in with a rotary cutter that sent me, a sobbing mess, to the emergency room, so could it be the literal blood, sweat and tears?
Who knows, but, if you’re ever in the Nikki, In Stitches neighborhood, considering stopping by to see what project is on tap for the day…you may want to call first!