some days …
2012
… I look around and find both Abby and I still in our night clothes. We’ve not yet had breakfast. Outside the sky is so heavy and grey it is almost dark. And yet … it’s only … 3pm! Oy!
3pm and we’re still in our night clothes and haven’t had breakfast! There were plans for today – sweet, simple ones – collecting a kotter pin from the bicycle shop in Richmond for Julian, checking some op shops for old sheet music and a wee basket, the green grocer for fruit and veg. But they kind of dwindled, until they were well and truly out of sight. Pushed away by not being able to fall asleep last night until after 4am. Not being able to stagger out of bed until after 9am. Only making it as far as the sofa and my knitting. I’ll put my knitting down when I’ve reached the red flowers. I’ll finish up when I’ve knitted the red flowers. Just wait until I’ve knitted the first decreasing row.
Oh yes. That’s how the day vanishes. And then I find myself cooking an incredibly belated brunch for me and my girl at the same time as dinner. And frantically rushing about, making the bed, having a shower, folding the washing, sprucing the place up, dashing out for milk, all before the light finally vanishes for the day. Because if it’s not done by then ….
And I’ve now knitted the wretched decreasing row three times. I’ve counted it that many times too … and it should work out … but I just can’t seem to get it right.
I think it’s time to lay the knitting down for the eve. Remind myself that very soon, the days will be longer and hopefully sunnier. Make plans for tomorrow. And give thanks that at least I managed – after three years! – to hang this sunny, warm quilt, full of memories of Mum’s back porch in Brisbane.
A spot where we were almost constantly bathed in sunlight, the frangipani was lush green, there were plenty of friends and family always about, and we “shivered” with delight when it dropped one degree below twenty.
: sigh : I think I shall have an early night … and try again tomorrow.
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I would love to do that, just one day. But you know what would happen. My neighbour who is super efficient and who has her housework done by 7am. She’s been out in the paddock collected horse poo for her mulch heap and has her washing already on the line. She would call by on her way to her yoga class and I would be trying to hide. But I can dream.
Blessings Gail
I agree, the cold is not as good as Sunny Queensland…why did you leave friends and family, and move so far away ?
A beautiful quilt.
It was a very special back deck and what special times we all had. Quilting with caril-Ann and you and me, delicious dinners, children squealing from the garden and the lush green.
Special memories and we are so lucky to have them!
You’ve done so well to live (is it three years??) in Melbourne, maybe you should re-visit where you would like to live. Your thoughts…….become your destiny.
p.s. Having spent the best part of my life in dark dreary ballarat,and I never complained, it is what it is!. I can honestly say I’m loving the warmth and sun on my deck in Thora, It seems to make everything alright:)xxx