How you feeling? HOT, HOT, HOT!
Funny thing about New England…winter morphs directly into summer. Last week, I was wearing sweaters to keep the chill at bay. Now I’m wearing hardly anything in a futile attempt to keep heat stroke at bay.

I’m discovering that I am woefully unprepared to face the summertime. My lovely new home does not have central a.c., and we do not by any stretch of the imagination have enough fans. We need more, like this swanky art deco-inspired desk fan from Horchow.
Is it any wonder, I ask you, that I am browsing fans like they are pictures of my favorite celebs?
I can’t say that I think the ceiling fans living in every single room of our new place are particularly sexy, but man oh man were they appreciated this weekend.
Now rather then dreaming of dainty ceiling fixtures and maybe a pendant or two I’m thinking about replacement shades for the lights and a fresh coat of polish on the blades.
It was 107 today at my house. I lurve my ceiling fans and I do have central AC. @sterlingspider (great name!!) you can also paint the blades to match the ceiling or a color in the room. We usually don’t have these temps until August which terrifies me on potential electric bills. I may have to order the above mentioned beauty of a room fan just to afford lights for the rest of the summer. (It’s going to be a rough one when it takes $60.00 to fill up a Mini Cooper!)
I knew we were in deep temperature doo-doo when my son decamped with his laptop for the basement. Nothing says “I’m totally miserable and anyplace is better” than seeing one’s 21 year old son sitting on concrete with a wireless laptop.
All my life I dreamed of living in a Victorian house. I now live that dream. Alas! In all the refurbishments that happened before Mr. Twistie’s family bought it, nobody ever thought to insulate the place…and neither did Mr. Twistie’s father. Since Mr. Twistie and I moved in, we haven’t ever had the cash flow to do it. I know all you East coasters will point and laugh at my weeniness, but when it’s cold (for coastal California), the cold is intensified and I suffer a lot, and when it’s hot, every bit of heat migrates straight to my bedroom where I broil all night long as the cat insists on snuggling up to me. Fans have become a way of life in the summer around here.
I want that one, NtB. It’s so stylish and cool looking.
Mark Twain did say the the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.