This is a man who, for as long as I've known him, has never really felt the cold. Well, except for the time we arrived in London at the end of a freezing cold February. Oh, and a few days later when we travelled north to Edinburgh and Glasgow. And then there was dreary wet Amsterdam a few days after that. And sodden Berlin... But by the time we got to Madrid in mid-March, he was in T-shirts again.
An Australian winter has never touched the sides. He's the one rolling his eyes as I run around applying extra layers of warmth to the girls when he's about to leave for the park or a morning walk on the bay.
It's because of what he calls his 'Greek wool', an all-over coating of Mediterranean body-warming hair (All over, you say? Yep, I respond, pretty much) which means jumpers, scarves, hats and the like are all but redundant. Difficult for a wifey with a penchant for the knittingy things in life.
But we're off to the Southern Highlands for a winter weekend and I'm determined we'll all have warm heads. Three down, one a whisper away from completion and another (mine) still a pipe dream. Luckily, I have a lot of scarves.
Pattern: Windschief by Stephen West
Yarn: Jo Sharp Silkroad Aran in Cannon Grey. Yummy. Alas, discontinued.
Ravelry page here.
BTW, this is the surprise I alluded to in this post. Surprise!