Monday was my first day of freedom (read: unemployment). The plan was to go to the Australian Centre for the Moving Image (ACMI). I left the house in a t-shirt and light sweater, but just as I got into town, it started chucking with rain. I ducked into Melbourne Central, a posh and trendy shopping centre on top of a train station. There was a belt I'd been thinking about buying for the past two months, and I decided to just go for it! My pretty rose print jeans are constantly sliding down and revealing a bit more of my behind than I'm comfortable with, so I did actually need the belt.

While at Melbourne Central, I also returned some books to the Little Library, a volunteer library where you can take books as you please. I love the idea, so I've been borrowing and returning, and also donating books I'm finished with. Sadly, most of the stuff on the three tall shelves is pretty crap, but I'm trying to do my part to add good books.

I ventured back outside and found that the rain had mostly abated, but had caused the temperature to drop significantly. I started walking towards ACMI, but fat raindrops started falling again just as I reached Bourke St. I took this as a sign that I should forget about ACMI, and instead pop into the nearby yarn store, Morris and Sons. They have beautiful, basic, soft wool. I usually buy strange and interesting wool, then struggle to figure out what to make with it. I need to learn to appreciate basics, because they are the foundation of most of the knitting projects I admire.

Anyway, as tempted as I was, the prices were a little steep for my cheapskate sensibilities, so I didn't purchase anything. Yet.

stars in the pavement