Look. Some warm woolly hats to make you swelter, just in case Melbourne's forecast of 38 degrees tomorrow and 39 the next day isn't enough for you ...
I was commissioned by a friend to knit these for another friend's children as a hospitality gift. I proudly display them here in the hope that it will guilt Bec into reopening her blog to show the hats actually on heads rather than here on my couch.
The little pink flower hat was for, who else, the Sparkle Twin.
A stripey number in peaches and apricots for the Pea Princess,
and masculine stripes [with a touch of elf] for the Gorgeous Boy.
I've had reports that they fit well and are generally a success. But gees, I'd love to see them on. (Hint hint).
That's it for now. If you need me, I'm on the couch, trying to get interested in either one of the books I currently have on the go - The Gathering by Anne Enright which I'm finding rather waffly and like every other Irish book I've ever read (does it get better? I'm losing interest) and The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley which I read when I was in my 20s and I think that's the perfect age to read it. I'm finding it extremely tedious and dated this time round. I've also just finished listening to Salman Rushdie on tape (The Ground Beneath her Feet) and was fairly meh over that too. It's a [very] loose retelling of the Orpheus myth but is very long (again with the waffly) and frankly I didn't care about any of the main characters. Perhaps it's just my mood lately but everything I read is just blah. I have on my bedside table Saturday by Ian McEwan but one needs to be feeling emotionally strong to pick up McEwan so might leave that for now, The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs because how could I not buy a book with that title? and Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. Of course on my to-be-read bookshelf I have approximately fifty seven more books but who's counting?