Except it wasn't because it's winter. But you know. I've got bad 1980s songs in my head.
During the school holidays the fifteen year old wanted to go to a rock concert ... a couple of venues in the city do alcohol-free, afternoon concerts for 14-18 year olds before the evening [adult] gig (and hurray for bands and venues that do that!). He's been to a couple before but this one wasn't due to finish until 6pm and the two friends he was going with were going home together on a different train line. We weren't keen on our boy alone on a train on a Saturday evening (it's quite dark at 6pm these days) - are we being over protective? He catches trains and buses on his own all the time, to school, into the city to meet friends etc, but not at night. Especially Friday and Saturday nights. He's petite and quiet and shy and I just think he's an easy target. Anyway, he didn't object when I suggested we all go into the city together, and while he was at the concert we'd go to the gallery or museum, and then all meet up in the evening and catch the train home.
Except the others, (surprisingly!), weren't too impressed at the prospect of going to the NGV to see the exhibition on clothing from Jane Austen's era. Huh! So the husband took them to the MCG to watch a footy match (pah), and I wandered along Flinders Lane until I reached Craft Victoria. Among other things they had a knitting exhibition which included little signs encouraging you to touch the exhibits. Nice.
On I went, past the cathedral ...
... past the spire ...
... and onto the gallery where I thoroughly enjoyed the clothing exhibition, plus a photography exhibition on NASA space photographs, and then back to the other gallery under the spire where there was an exhibition on the Ballets Russes' influence on Australian ballet. By then the others had joined me and we browsed around the costumes and sketches and watched a video of the whole of Graeme Murphy's Scheherazade, then met up with the rock fan at the train station.
The train journey home was uneventful but I was pleased to see a dark haired woman get on at Greensborough and proceed to knit a sock for the rest of the trip. I said to the teenagers See! I'm not the only one! They rolled their eyes in unison.
A couple of days later I dragged all the children back to the gallery for some school holiday culture and we went to the Salvador Dali exhibition. The boys were initially reluctant but conceded later it was actually good stuff. Son #3's favourite was the jewellery, #2 liked the lobster telephone, and #1 and I liked the film Destino that Dali and Walt Disney made together. If you go, make sure you don't miss that bit.
Actually I think my absolute favourite part of the NGV is the shop. God I'm such a philistine. But I bought my dad a fab Salvador Dali jigsaw puzzle for his birthday.