I don’t like the dark driech days of winter and find that, without consciously intending it, I end up wearing black and grey a lot, with the odd dash of purple when I am feeling particularly cheerful.
But yesterday I seem to move from one season to another without noticing. I felt very strongly inclined to wear a red sweatshirt that I haven’t worn for several months, and it felt very good.
Then I went shopping. Generous Friends’ Dancing Daughter is expecting her first child in a few weeks, and I want to knit something for the baby (as indeed, I knitted something for Dancing Daughter – old habits are strong). I have a lovely pattern, and went to choose the wool.
The colours are fantastic; I love them.
Spring must be on the way.
I must go and review my wardrobe. I know I have some stuff that is not black or grey…
I am intrigued at the change – and at not noticing it until it was upon me. What else am I not seeing?