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!
