I should know when it gets cold in Sydney. I’ve lived here for five years. But I find my (perhaps not so) intuitive sense of when the seasons change is never accurate. There’s something about growing up in a cold, dreary place and dreaming about warm sunshine that makes you really tuned to seasonal changes. Sydney is different, though. And I am hanging out for winter.
So what I do is watch for girls wearing scarves on the train platform in the morning. There is this day when, for some unknown reason, all the girls are wearing scarves. It is one of those strange mysteries of the universe, how they all know that it is scarf day and that winter is about to begin.
I know we have at least another month of hot weather ahead of us, but I am pleased to report that I saw 3 (three!) scarves this morning: a beautiful electric blue lace shawlette, a daggy burberry style plaid wool number, and a very very nice grey scarf.
So soon, ladies (and gents, if you are scarf inclined)… it will be time. I am not about to follow these bellwethers just yet, but I will be watching!
They got the heating right at work today, it is so nice and cosy. I love being at work in winter. It makes me happy. The library is my little coccoon.
And I am thinking about knitting a nice cosy jumper! I will post photos of the patterns I am looking at when I get home, because while my workplace may be cosy, they have this new annoying policy that means I can’t upload photos at work. Which puts a serious dent in my blogging.