One of the great things about decorating a vintage studio is the discovery of treasures at the local thrift shops. I've really turned into a Thrift-Store-Aholic; and have become quite adept at hunting down all kinds of antique cabinets, old frames, vintage linens and wonderful tarnished silver.

As I was unloading the wonderful lot of goodies pictured above from my cart at the Value Village checkout, the lady behind me in line perused my treasures and commented:

"My! SOMEONE sure likes silver!"

I smiled and explained how I was going to use it to store my art tools and brushes in my studio.

"Well!" she exclaimed. "I sure wouldn't want to be the one to polish it all!"

I countered that no polishing was necessary; I loved the aged patina on them and would leave them be.

"Hmmph" she snorted derisively. "To each his own..... I guess."

Outwardly, I laughed.

Inwardly, I screamed to myself "BITCH!"

Today I was forced to turn the heater on in my office.

I warmed my hands on numerous cups of hot tea.

I warmed my hands on a big bowl of hot noodle soup for lunch.

Why? Is it winter?

Nope. Summer. Just about smack middle of it really.

Do you live in the Southern hemisphere?

Nope. Canada. And not Northern Canada at the Pole. Southern edge... mere minutes from the US border.

Is it an unseasonably cold day outside?

Hell no. We are currently enjoying enduring this. With the Humidex, it should be hitting the mid-40's (ie. near 110 F) by the afternoon:

Do you work in a freezer perchance?

Yep.

A freakin' freezing hospital that knows not how to use A/C. The wards, where the poor patients are sweltering are in the old wings has not the benefit of this "new-fangled-technology".

Lucky me.

I shouldn't complain, but I am regretting not bringing my red Olympic mitts to work today. Maybe I'll go steal some unused blankets from the ward.... they'll never miss them.