Fooled by a few cheery sunny and warm days over the last couple of weeks, I have unearthed the summer clothes. There is quite a rigmarole to the change of seasons in our house, as limited wardrobe space has always required clothes to be boxed up and stored in the loft. This is what happened in the parental home, with poor Father being required to get in the loft and unearth unlabelled bin bags for me, Sister and Mother, and always be sent up for a rogue sandal (or boot). Sister and I always had a pile ‘em high attitude to clothes, so we’re talking a lot of bags. I think that was probably the first thing they did when I left home (last to leave) – teary eyed wave and then up the stairs at record speed to use all the now vacant wardrobe and drawer space! No more seasonal change loft jaunts for Father now.
I sent Husband up for the summer boxes, also for the last time due to the wise purchase of some nice furniture for the spare room, and he was very surprised to only find one fairly light box. And it all came back to me. I’d had a cull, a clear-out, a declutter the summer before. I’d Trinny and Susannah’ed and Gok’ed myself. Made me feel frumpy? Out. Too big (ha ha as if)? Out . Pre-baby clothes (ahem, pre-nearly six year old clothes)? Out. And what survived will see me staying in a lot over the summer. Three strappy maxi dresses (but not the shrug things I wore with them), three skirts I wear for summer work, all of which are all too big, but no tops. Two chiffony type maxi dresses that I still love but have practically thermal slip dresses attached to protect modesty and make my hair curl with over-heating. And that was about it. I’d held some linen trousers and some chinos back in case of an unexpected heat wave (ha! No catching me out sunshine!) and that is the sum total of my summer wardrobe.
What to do? I’m trying to lose weight (and take what you will from the fact I haven’t updated you with my Fab at Forty efforts lately…) and so didn’t want to buy until I was looking at smaller sizes, but all that’s happened is I’m in between sizes at this crucial shopping time. Because we all know that if you haven’t completed your summer clothes shop within the next couple of weeks you’ll be stood looking at woolly hats and boots in the shops.
So while I’m belting things in and working double time to get things washed and ironed, what’s happening with Daughter’s wardrobe? I did the same with her clothes, and generated eight bags for the charity shop (they do keep growing!) and then declared a state of emergency shopping trip and kitted her out. I’m having to try hard to remember she’s not a baby and shop accordingly. I’d still have her in frilly knickers and hats with elastic under the chin if I could. Wasn’t quite expecting her to have inherited my fondness for leopard print though. She was given the choice between identical gladiator style sandals (which aren’t the nice sturdy leather Clark’s I would buy if left to my own devices!), which had some frilly flower type embellishment on the front, one in a pinky hued vintage floral design, and one in a gold leopard print design. You guessed it. Hear her roar.