and then the cold and grey arrived
Ah this weekend heralded the true beginning of Melbourne’s cold season. Grey, drizzly days where the damp seeps into your bones and no matter how many layers you accumulate, you can still feel the cold.
Saturday we went to the movies – a very unusual event for us in Melbourne given the price of cinema tickets here. And it was Abby’s choice of film – Captain America, the Winter Soldier. But it was fun nevertheless. There’s something about disappearing deeper and deeper into a cinema – up the stairs, down the corridor, through the sound-proofed door, fumble along a pitch-dark passage, then into the dazzling light of screen-lit, steeply climbing rows. That was followed by an afternoon of quilting whilst the rain pattered down outside and Julian cooked supper – a slow roasted beef that filled the house with its aroma and made the kitchen so warm the windows fogged up.
Sunday was the day I was waiting excitedly for. I had supplies and family all ready for an adventure to Warburton and Mt. Donna Buang where I was hopeful we might see a sprinkling of snow, given the cold snap that had arrived with its snow to 1200 metres.
Alas, I woke at 6am with a dreadful migraine. I staggered out to the cold kitchen, took my medicine, crawled back to bed, out again (the pounding right eye was accompanied by nausea), back into bed, out again, in again. It was awful. Finally, 2 hours later, I fell back asleep. By 1pm the headache had reduced to a dull thumping in the back of my skull that turned into a swooshing rush of blood everytime I moved my head. The rest of the afternoon was spent on the sofa, sometimes knitting, sometimes sleeping, sometimes watching “Jonathon Creek”. Julian went in to work for a few hours. Abby did homework. Great day – sigh.
These things happen, don’t they. But it wasn’t all a write off. After finding that crocheted headkerchief in my stocking drawer the other day, I got to thinking up some more ways to make wintery headkerchiefs.
I don’t know why, but I am very fond of scarfy things tied round my head :-) Cotton squares folded into triangles for summer, soft silky vintage ones from the op shop that slide off so quickly I spend more time tying them on then wearing them. I’ve made bundles of Heather Ross’s summer bandanas from her Weekend Sewing book and worn them all year round. And I love looking at the things other women tie round their heads – be it for religious, cultural or just plain practical-for-the-weather reasons, oh there are so many pretty ways to cover the head. Those delicate muslin caps the Amish women wear, the folk head scarves of Eastern and Northern Europe, the gauzy wraps the women of India and Pakistan drape round their heads, those exquisite beaded and embroidered concoctions they wear in Mongolia – all so beautiful. I even love how the Queen ties those silky scarves under her chin when it’s cold.
I don’t know why we’ve moved away from headscarves and hats – such a shame. Such potential for adding lovely hand work and colour to our days. And oh, how I do love colour. So first up on Friday night – a multicoloured crocheted headkerchief. Using up scraps of Patons and Cleckheaton’s DK in the colours that just happened to be in the bag. I made the triangle first, then added a band across the front that buttons underneath my hair, then a picot edge.
Then yesterday, in between the sleeping and the head throbbing and Jonathon Creek – another triangle – this time knitted – from Debbie Bliss Tweeds – simple increases on each side and down the centre – another crocheted band across the front with a button – another picot edging.
(thank you dear Abby for taking photos of your silly mama!)
Must say, today its warmth was very welcome – my it was cold and grey. But working at my desk, with my headkerchief pulled over my ears (oh yes, might have looked a bit quirky bit it sure was warm :-), my shawl wrapped over a thrifted cashmere cardigan and my lambswool slippers – well, I was almost toasty.
Now – I have some nice olivey-green Malabrigo, a crochet hook and a cup of tea at hand. My head is still aching a bit – hoping tomorrow I’ll wake up bright and sparky – and there’s a cosy evening of stitching ahead of me. The best way to enjoy a Melbourne winter.