Slow Week

Image by Melissa Gaggiano

    Really it has been an off week for me. The first few days were spent in the land of head colds - both my own and one of my daughters. The rest of the week has been spent in recovery mode. So not a lot has been accomplished. To be honest I've only managed to crochet one whole granny square and taken a few photos.

    Today though I needed to get everyone out of the house for some over due fresh air. So we stepped out and visited the local newsagent. I picked up a copy of Frankie and two Freddo Frogs for Gwennie and I to snack on.
    On the walk back home there was the overwhelmingly delicious scent of a fish 'n' chip shop. And if a smell like that is so intoxicating it's a sign that I'm certainly over my head cold. Maybe we'll have some fish 'n' chips on the weekend.

Canada is Looking Pretty Good...

... right about now.

 

As I sit on the floor, hair tied up off my neck and practically down to my underwear, on what is a considerably warm day, I start to wonder about living in cooler places than Australia.

When I was kid I lived in a few hot and humid conditions. So you'd think that I'd be used to it. Ah, but you see, for my formative hormonally charged years I moved to a cold region of Australia. Goodbye stubbies and sandals. Hello chilblains and influenza. I moved to Victoria during summer and yet it felt cold enough to be wearing a beloved grotty cardigan.

See the thing is, where ever we choose tolive we climatise. So after living in Victoria for a good two decades I eventually got comfortable with the cold, and learnt to actually wear some clothes.

So the question stands, if I climatised to Victorian winters, then how come I didn't climatise to the summers? How did a child of the near tropics and deserts come to abhor heat? It's a good question, of which I have no answer for in brain addling heat.

At times like this I seriously consider moving to places like Oregon, or Canada. Even Antartica is looking pretty good.

Oh! Do you feel that? It’s the cool change that I have been waiting for. I welcome the evening thunder storm with mucho gusto.

Picking up the Pieces

Activity this week has been quite minimal as I have been recovering from a devastating head cold. I am now at day five of the cold which means I am recovering and starting to pick up the pieces. You know that stage when you are over the worst, yet still so weak that you start to do things like cleaning up, and two minutes later run out of energy? Well, that is me today.

The Beret Is On

Is your head feeling just a bit cold and exposed when you step outside this winter?

Well if so, no longer will you need to freeze your cute lil head off. There is a fabulous, free pattern for crocheting a beret over here.

This beret is designed and presented by the Mysterious M of Melbourne. Check out her whole blog over at http://emmstarr.blogspot.com/