This was the view from the car on the way home from the gym this morning:
And that was the view on Sunday, too. And Saturday. And Friday. There was a brief period of No Rain on Monday, but that was just because I switched my wardrobes over on Sunday night, finally succumbing to the growing pressure to pack away my summer clothes and get out the winter woolies once again. Naturally, then, the sun came out on Monday just to taunt me, and make me think I’d been premature in my winter wear decision, but nah, I’m thinking of building an Ark here now, it’s THAT BAD.
The whole “wardrobe changeover” thing was pretty bad too, to be honest. I mean, I’d say it wasn’t much fun, but that would make it sound about a million times better than it actually was. Which was BAD. Where did I get all of those clothes ? What am I supposed to do with them? Why do so many of them look exactly the same as each other? These are the same questions I find myself facing at this time every year, but this time I’m determined to do something about it, utilizing a little technique I read about over at Fi’s blog. It goes like this:
First of all, you make sure all of the hangers in your wardrobe are facing the same direction. (I’ll just sit here and look smug while you do that, because I, of course, am far too anal about these things to permit my hangers to be any other way.) Then basically every time you wear something, you turn the hanger around to face the opposite direction, the idea being that as the weeks go by, you’re able to see at a glance which items are actually earning their keep, and which ones are just passengers in the wardrobe, hanging there unworn while I go out and merrily buy 19 more of them.
I’m going to try this for the next couple of months anyway, and then I’m going to be ruthless and send all of the “passengers” to the charity shop. So that I can go out and replace them with… well, probably with more of the same, knowing me.
(And no, the wardrobe changeover did not lead to the discovery of the missing green dress. I’d hoped it would, but I think it’s time now to accept that the dress is gone for good. Just like my tax disc, top, and that really important letter I threw in the bin on Friday, but managed to rescue two days later when I finally noticed it was missing.)