The traditional August westerly winds, or Ekka winds to those Brissie lovelies have whipped themselves round every corner of our wee house forcing us indoors. Nothing is more eerie to me than the sound of wind howling and rattling windows. It's as if it is taunting me. Daring me to come out in it only to have it lash my face with my hair and send mon petit poppet on a trajectory of all things loopy.
I've seen it with my very own eyes in my former life. Windy days equals "high as kites" children. You can see the slightly deranged glaze curtain their eyes as they become their very own versions of the weather surrounding them. Whirling, spinning, out of control and quite likely to hurl a random inanimate object just for the fun of it .
So we bunkered down inside today. Under my Grandyma's prescription, one must consume hot drinks aplenty to ward of nasty Ekka germs (but of course Ekka germs go hand in hand with Ekka winds). And I'm a good girl...I do as I'm told.
Armed with a stack of old Frankie paper that I can't bear to throw out, some manilla tags and my gal pal Jan, I endeavoured to whip up some simple gift tags. That is until my girl joined me at the helm. Oh yes, and that windy glaze. A ten minute job I estimated...Ha! Over an hour later and every single decorative stitch explored we had ourselves a stack of cards. As she exuberantly "spun" through this activity (read: debacle) I replaced the bobbin twice, quite nearly ran over my fingers with the needle and almost lost an eye with the bird scissors as they embarked on their own windy adventure.
I adore her enthusiasm, I really do. But oh my giddy aunt! I think I may very well be knighted for this endeavour.
And Ekka wind....blow off!