We had a lovely quiet weekend just passed - it rained most of the day Saturday, and Sunday was cold and wintry with a biting wind down from the hills. It was nice to have nowhere to go and nothing to do for a change. On Saturday afternoon I went to the Canberra Art Market - local artists across the full range of styles (and talent) - which was very interesting but I didn't buy anything. I thought I might if something really spoke to me, but nothing did.
It was held in the Yarralumla Woolshed, which is a woolshed (duh) that's now used for everything from barn dances to art exhibitions ... but it's fundamentally still a woolshed. And still smells very strongly of sheep. But it's historical, and kind of cool, and in Canberra we latch onto every little bit of pre-planned city history we can, because heaven only knows we don't have much of it. I have just googled and the woolshed was built in 1904, which makes it one of the dozen oldest buildings within twenty miles, and worthy of the highest heritage listing.
Saturday night a friend offered to have the boys offer for pizza and a DVD, so my husband and I went to dinner and a movie! Such excitement. We saw the Grand Budapest Hotel, which was very funny and entertaining and kept us both interested all the way through. I haven't been to the movies for a while though - my husband queued and bought the tickets and a wine and popcorn combo! What the hell is that I said, and he said it's the wine and popcorn combo, two glasses of the house white and a jumbo popcorn for $20. Which is an excellent price, just slightly unexpected ... the world of movie going has clearly moved on while I was at home raising the children.
Sunday I dragged number one son out for a walk and to admire the glories of a Canberra autumn. Beautiful trees everywhere. He said that I was being embarrassing and if I didn't stop taking photos of the trees he would run off home and I could do the rest of the walk by myself ...