This morning the fishmonger's wife at the grower's market looked like someone from a medieval painting. She had a marvellous polarfleece hat that came off her head in a long rectangle.
I filled the house with flowers I'd bought at the market: jonquils, daffodils, poppies; added some small lilies growing untended in the garden -- and then a friend popped around with more (native) flowers! I'm living in full technicolour this week.
We did fitball outside, on the astroturf soccer courts. It was fantastic -- no wind, gentle sun, mild breeze. Everyone was so happy we want to do it every week in Spring, weather permitting. We all came away worked out and covered in thin green fibres, which are better than wrestlers' leg hairs.
An old friend is coming around soon to go together to the Canberra Craft and Quilters Fair, which should be fun for an hour or so before I get Craft Fatigue.
UPDATE: The Craft and Quilters Fair was a slight disappointment. I really enjoyed the display of Japanese quilts, but the market part of the fair was almost totally devoted to beads, scrapbooking and textiles-related crafts. I guess they're the money-makers. I had to take this photo of a wheelybin, tastefully draped in cloth for the fair! No nasty plastics here, thank you, we're quilters ;)
Bollywood tonight! At Belconnon Hoyts! I was going to catch up on my sleep, but it's Shahrukh Khan! Be still my beating heart!
POSTSCRIPT: Argh! That was the LONGEST Bollywood I have ever seen... Three and a half hours for what was fundamentally a simple chick flick. It has more plot twists than a packet of Twisties, and most of them doing nothing but extending the length of the movie. Even Shahrukh got a bit grating after a while. The lead female, Rani Mukherjee has impossibly beautiful eyes which frequently overflow with endless tears on demand (whilst not affecting her immaculate makeup). By the end, the actors -- and the audience -- were imitating the flood scene from Alice in Wonderland. It was exhausting.
The theatre was packed, which bodes well for future screenings of (hopefully better) Indian films. Some good previews, including one titled Don, starring Shahrukh again in an all-action heart-throbby thing a-la James Bond/Matrix/Austin Powers (with at least 3 hours up your sleeve, you can pack in a lot of references!). Lots of lustful sighs all around me as the trailer rolled.