I always used to tease my mum about the amount of clothes that she owned. Every year when the weather turned warmer and then again, when the cold breath of winter started to make its appearance she would pack away her summer/winter wardrobe in suitcases and take out her other clothes, ready for the season to come.
I never did this. What is the point is having many clothes when they are all black? My summer and winter clothes fit into my wardrobe with ease. There are only so many pairs of black trousers you can own after all.
Last year however when the first warm days appeared, I realised that my attire was expanding at a rate that my small wardrobe could not keep up with. The riot of colour and print, which makes me beam from ear to ear every time I opened the door, was getting cramped and overcrowded.
I said goodbye to all of my winter dresses and cosy coats, packing them away until winter reared its ugly head again.
This weekend I looked my wardrobe again and decided that it was time to change back to winter wear. The nip in the air and the cold journey on the bus to work needed something a little warmer to wear than I have been wearing.
I actually found myself stood at my wardrobe talking to my clothes. Not a good sign I know. Dresses that I have been in love with over the summer months that I didn't want to say goodbye to. I'll admit that a few of them have remained in the wardrobe, purely for gazing on purposes.
Upon getting my winter clothing out again though it was like greeting old friends. My adored purple checked coat, the first leopard print dress I have ever owned, along with a body con dress that I bought when I was feeling confident.
It might have been hard to say goodbye to some dresses this year, but I can't wait to meet them again when summer comes around again!