I had a random day off this week. It was a starve day – no coincidence as I find it much easier to do this when I’m home. Not just because there aren’t any sweets but the day is shorter (because I get up late) and I can absorb myself in other things.
This week I –
in a fit of Spring-like optimism in a panic over clothing now
that the weather seems to have changed (please everyone take a moment to touch
wood here), dragged out my summer clothes.
Now, at this point in the year (and again in the Autumn) I have the same
thoughts going around my head: 1) what on earth did I wear last year? and 2) oh
look, lots of clothes that are too small for me (sometimes combined with
putting stuff away vowing that they won’t fit me next year). Last year in an uncharacteristic fit of
decisiveness, I chucked one and possibly two work skirts away as they were
getting too tatty. This has magnified my
dilemmas on what to wear by possibly 2000%.
I then tried on a selection of things that I’d bought from ebay for the
Is there any worse feeling than trying stuff on (stuff that you own) and finding it’s too small? A lot of it was frumpy and I’ve resolutely bagged it up to go to the charity shop. But it doesn’t make me feel any better and it does leave me with a clothing problem. The only long linen skirt (of four) that I tried and it kind of fitted was so frumpy that, in meeting my natural propensity for frumpiness, it was magnified into some frump supernova that could have destroyed the world. I had to ditch it. For the good of mankind and my fast dwindling sense of self-esteem.