I started making a hand out of clay. I don’t know why. I just saw this pin and thought they looked cool.
I enjoyed the blue blue blue sky and the (finally) warm summer days.
I started a beanie for the boy. I am using this pattern, which is nice and simple (although I still messed up and had to unravel about half of it when I realised I had dropped a stitch somewhere and my rows had magically gotten shorter. Sniff.)
I went for a walk with an old friend. We went to our favourite bushland reserve, which has beautiful views of the sea in one direction and the city in the other. It was hot in the valleys but every time we reached the top of a hill we were rewarded with the most delicious breeze. I would also like to note down for posterity that I felt very happy in the simplest way as I drove towards the reserve with the windows down and the radio on and the car full of that sunscreen-summer smell.
I also: went to a cute cafe for lunch / had a nap / did my weekly volunteering / chatted with my cousins / made plans to see La La Land / read a magazine / went to the library / put on a face mask / watched Youtube videos & somehow all of these things combined to make me feel very content and refreshed and ready for the week ahead.
Which is just how a weekend is supposed to make you feel, isn’t it?