Friday, May 14, 2010
If you zoom in on that pic you will see there are goosebumps. The kid looks freezing (blue-ish), sounds freezing (talks with the distinct chatter of teeth) and is freezing (a veritable ice block to the touch). Yet these are the most clothes she has worn throughout the entire week of sub zero (give or take a degree) and only for half an hour to celebrate the gloriousness of new shoes.
Straight back to tropical climate attire for a spot of ant patting (R.I.P. ant)...
...while I peel off seventeen layers to better photograph Mum’s new Porom beret, which will string Mothers Day out for a week by the time it is gifted. As lovely and snuggly and glorious as the Pear Tree Yarn is, I am not smiling but wincing against the chill. I am also way too chicken to block this one since the last attempt resulted in a Porom as large as the Starship Enterprise.
In a moment of panic I made a mad dash to Sunspun for wool for who knows what. An entire day for crafting at Sew It Together tomorrow and it suddenly dawned on me that I might actually need to DO something (but really?) at some point or other.
In the meantime, I am unnerved at the amount of solo parenting brownie points the Mr seems to be accumulating – and all in suspiciously good humour. He had reason to be in the Castlemaine area earlier in the week, although I am now doubtful as to whether that reason is work or migration related. I keep walking into the kitchen to make a nice soothing cup of tea and find the bench miraculously cleared and a sketch of a floorplan placed nonchalently to the left. I also caught him looking up markets in the local area. That would be the carrot to get the wife in the car, to happen by the house that has caught his eye, on the ‘way’ to the market fifty or so kilometres in the opposite direction.
Here’s to good weekends in every direction.