come in! it’s cold outside

Jul
2010
11

posted by Lily on cooking, embroidery, homely

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This winter Sunday put on quite a show this morning … blue sky, no wind, a touch of warmth to the winter sun.  My goodness!  What a lovely day to be outside.  We visited the Camberwell Trash and Treasure Market – I haven’t been for 8 years and it was such a thrill to be there again, rummaging through baskets of linen, wondering whether the 50c a skein wool would be unbearably itchy on my skin, carting around a banana bike seat for Julian complete with sissy bar, and trying hard to resist the little old lady who was determined I should have a terribly sweet peach fringed silk bedspread from Italy that had quaint 18th century signorinas painted on it.  Resist, I did and the wool would have been revoltingly itchy.  However, Abby’s dream bike is one step closer to completion and I have a gorgeous stamped linen tablecloth ready to cross stitch.

But!  By the time we had shopped for dinner, come home and lunched, finished the chores and THEN sat outside the sun was GONE!  Instead, sulky cold clouds were spilling across our lovely blue sky, bringing their chilled achy wind with them.  Oh go away!

We perservered.  I with my threads …

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… and cloth.

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Julian with his bikes …

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And Simon and Toph -  well they fought over an ancient shard of bone.

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Now, it’s too darn cold to sit out there any longer.  Come inside!  The lamp is lit, the camillias sweet (seriously, don’t you think camellias are what John Tenniel was looking at when he drew the Queen’s rose bushes – we have red and white ones in our garden and I swear there are wee carded gardeners that must come out each afternoon and paint their opening buds).

The air is fragrant with the heady scent of star anise, ginger and rice wine simmering in the stock pot.

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We’ve slammed the door in that meany wind’s face, and in here, all is still and quiet, with only the whispering bubble of the stove and the tick tock of the kitchen clock to distract you.

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Yup, outside may be cold and dark, but in here, it’s just right.  Pull up a seat and I’ll put on the kettle.

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  1. anne from finland

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