Today is the first day of the ski season in Australia. Every year we drag out our ski clothes, load up the car and drive for 6 hours so I can feel colder and more miserable than I do when at home in the city. My husband is an avid skier and a ski instructor. I am an avid non-skier.
I decided that skiing wasn’t for me after being knocked to the ground by a naked skier in New Zealand. Last year any interest I had left in the snow was quickly depleted after Special Dog dragged me face first through a patch of black ice on the road. The closest I will be getting to snow this year will be this crocheted snowflake. Enjoy.