The 'ch ch ch" in the title is supposed to be the chattering of my teeth... not the song. Although the song is what is stuck in my head now, and not the chattering of my teeth.
Now those of you from colder climates will probably laugh at me from great distances (and through a computer screen, so it really does lose its impact I'm sorry to say), but over the past few days here, I've noticed a distinct chill in the air. It's slight, but it's there, and the worst thing is, it's here to stay for a bit.
I hate the cold. No, let's correct that, I loathe the cold. Loathe it so much that it merits italics. Last night it was down to 21 degrees (stop laughing now), and it's only going to get worse.
While I have disliked the cold intensely from my childhood, the reason I continue to detest it to such an extent now, is because of our house. I love our house. Adore it. It's old, and it's wooden, with fabulous VJs and polished floors. It's elevated right up off the ground and has super high ceilings, and just like all the houses of its period in my area (postwar), it has tons of windows. Tons of them. To catch all the breezes you see. Because it gets very hot here.
But no one seemed to think of the cold. And while you are allowed to laugh at 21 degrees, 10 degrees at night in a home with gaps in the floorboards is no fun at all. And what's worse, the house seems to store the cold. At 6am it's warmer out than in. I have many a memory of swaddling up in my doona, and shivering and chattering my way around the yard, trying to find a patch of sunlight to that out in.
As I have said, no fun at all.
But this year I am going into battle. I have a reverse cycle air conditioner, oil heaters for every room, and even a little fan forced heater in my own room for when it gets really bad. This season, I am determined not to be caught out hopping on cold floors on my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
And to further try to get into the spirit of things, I have even made myself a warm winter handbag. I had been wanting to try felting for ages, and pictured is the result of my first try.