The blossom has fallen from the trees, the season of spring is fazing out. Patiently waiting around the corner are the long days of summer. Impatiently waiting in my bedroom is my summer wardrobe.
Last night, after watching ‘Come Dine With Me’ on television, I sorted out my summer wardrobe. I love that television programme by the way. For four consecutive nights, four strangers invite their fellow contestants and a camera crew into their homes. The contestants and viewers are allowed a nose around each home, and the host cooks a three course meal, which is marked out of 10 at the end of the evening. After the fourth night, the person with the highest mark receives a cash prize of one thousand pounds. I love looking around the homes, and watching the recipes and seeing how four strangers interact with each other, sometimes with hilarious consequences.
So, after watching this programme last night, I had a spare couple of hours before bed time. I decided it was that time of the year again, when my wardrobe prepares itself for summer. Actually it would be correct to say my two tiny wardrobes prepare themselves for summer.
When I win the lottery and can afford my own property, a walk-in-wardrobe will be one of the top items on my ‘yes please, that will do nicely’ list. Until then, I have two tiny wardrobes which have to be emptied and re filled, depending on the season, and how many clothes I can swap with my drawers and the cupboard on the landing. Last night my white linen trousers, stripy dress, pretty, flimsy tops etc were displayed around my bedroom walls. And my mood for the evening resembled a gigantic, spinning yo-yo - it was up, it was down, it was up again.
One moment I was feeling delighted with the discovery of forgotten clothes for sunny weather, and then I realised that certain items were far too tight for comfort, or even a little loose these days. Some items actually fitted perfectly, and these are the ones which are now waiting impatiently, in my two tiny wardrobes, for the long days of summer.
In the meantime, it’s Friday afternoon in London town and life is good. I’m back at my normal desk, my Mac has been fixed and my files, and photographs, have been retrieved.
Sorry about the negativity in the last post folks, but thanks for your re assuring words. In the last post my mood was flat and grey, now it’s shiny and yellow.
Wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, I hope you are shiny and yellow too.
Pictures of the day:
Flying pink blossom.