cold shoulder

I suppose the title is a little misleading given that it is not just my shoulder that is cold but my whole body. Melbourne reached no more that 14.9 degrees today and my toes, although socked and slippered are so cold, they could cool down the spiciest of beef vindaloos (if you'll pardon the image).


But I'm not here to whinge, its nothing a hot water bottle and heater can't fix. I'm actually here to gush about how much I love the weather at the moment and, no, don't commit me yet summer-lovers, hear me out. 
It seems it's not so much about the cold, it's about change. The weather is giving us our very own holiday, well, sort of. Change is as good as a holiday, right? There is something about the change of season that makes me happy and content as a cat on a cushion. (the cat thing sounded good but I've never had a cat so someone feel free to verify that claim.)
You know what, I don't think I can even explain this - but I've found myself driving down my road where the gutters are choked with fiery leaves, my nose is a little pink from cold and I get a silly grin on my face.


And just in time for frosty nights, I finally finished my quilt. Well, it didn't end up being a proper quilt, more a doona cover (due to creative differences between me and my sewing machine) but it was a project spanning an unnecessary two years. 

So, my tip for you, wherever you are, embrace the change of season. Something new is happening! 
But if you're going to stand there with your arms crossed and a frown so long it could push your pants down then crunch some leaves under your feet - catharsis.


Chill. 


(ha. pun!)


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