I'm back from a weekend in the Southern Highlands and in a much better mood than I was last Thursday which resulted in the whiny post below. I had a lovely time and enjoyed myself very much.
We went to Mittagong on Friday morning. It was supposed to be a maximum there of 17°, but it was warmer than that. After lunch in a pleasant cafe we ambled around the town through the overpriced antique centre and then wandered up to the motel. I'd come down with a nasty cold which I'd been fighting off all week. Perhaps that was the cause of my bad mood? We both had a rest and I felt somewhat better so we went out for dinner.
On Saturday I decided to try out my blue Milkweed shawl. The morning was decidedly on the chilly side, although the day did warm up later. I had on black pants and top and tied the shawl so it just skimmed the edge of my shoulders and warmed the top of my arms. I lost track of the enquiries I had about it from other knitters. Loads and loads of compliments from friends, some of whom I hadn't seen for a couple of years.
The day was pleasant and passed too quickly, although my friend and I had booked rooms to stay a second night while many others went back to Sydney. An unexpected highlight was seeing a bride arrive at the beautiful historic sandstone church, St Stephens Anglican church in Mittagong in a massive, red and white prime mover which was bedecked in white satin ribbon. The prime mover was huge and she had five steps to negotiate to get to the ground. Her dress had masses of frills and flounces and it soon became apparent these were there to disguise the fact that she was about six months pregnant. She needed a good deal of help not to overbalance while climbing down the steps!
Sunday morning saw us back at a cafe having breakfast. Another chilly morning so Milkweed made another appearance. We breakfasted out because what would have been provided by the motel was most unappealing. I had lovely ricotta pancakes with sour cherries and yoghurt while he had the full deal, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomato etc. We drove to Bowral where we saw the magnificent tulips. We spent some time wandering in the local park, admiring the beautiful clear colours and the massed plantings of thousands of tulips.
With plenty of time before we had to return to Sydney we wondered what to do. We decided against Berrima as we've been there several times in the last couple of years. We drove up to the Gib, Mt Gibraltar, the highest point between the Illawarra coast and the Great Dividing Range. I hadn't been there for very many years and it had changed. We went to the main lookout where some of it was badly overgrown. We drove around the scenic side and came on more lookouts. It was lovely there and we sat on the rocks in the sunshine and talked and talked. Milkweed stayed on despite the sun as there was a cool breeze blowing up there.
Another cafe and lunch and we arrived here some time in the afternoon.
It was a very relaxing weekend and I had a good time. The cold is still there but on the way out and the break was great. As I'd anticipated, good food, friends and conversation. Just what I needed.
I'm afraid I'm still suffering from the shawl flu which seems to be passing around the net. I've already done six small ones this year and have a few more in a queue. This lot will need to be gifts, I think. I've just discovered some more stash wool from Wired for Fibre and will make a second Milkweed with that. The colour is called Lava and there are 438 metres in it. I've ordered some 4 ply luxury from Bendigo for another two shawls, Travelling Woman and Percy. That's a bit of a laugh actually which I did not intend when I wrote it first - Travelling Woman and Percy and I've ordered a black, a grey which I think is called Ghost, perhaps Ice and some Delphinium. Both of these are free patterns.
Edited to add laterThe friend to whom I gave this green Aestlight also had hers on and was telling people about both the Aestlight and the Milkweed shawls. They are actually both fairly simple, straight forward patterns, although the Aestlight is trickier. Those who don't know much about knitting were very impressed.