Spring is here. As of yesterday.
On Saturday morning on my way to work I was wearing a coat and giant pashmina, by lunchtime I didn’t need either.
It’s sunny. It’s beautiful. And last night we actually had a barbeque.
The amusing thing in all of this is that the temperature has reached no higher than 17.c all weekend, and yet we in the north are behaving as if it is the height of summer. But about this time last year, as South Africa was enjoying the end of autumn and beginning of winter, I remember being warned by my landlords of the time (the lovely, lovely Gertzens) to make sure that I wrapped up warm tomorrow
because they had heard that the temperatures might dip as low as 17.c. It’s really all about the context ain’t it?
In other news, still knitting.
The bag is coming along very nicely.
And I made a tiny, wee bag for my iPhone.
In summary: love spring, and spring skirts.