Spurred on by ripping my last pair of leggings and having to go to the charity shop in a not quite dry dress last week, Dan has insisted on a shopping trip next weekend, so we're off to Hull. In that way having nothing to wear generally just means nothing that goes together, I had a sort out this morning.
On the way out is a jumper I don't wear often because it's only useful in really cold weather, but takes ages to dry, and a crop cardi that has developed a hole and has started to unravel despite my repair attempts.
Three dresses, I just don't like how I look in them. The red one makes me feel like a small child getting ready for a stuffy birthday party.
The suit and the flowery skirt are too big, the black and white one I only wore last winter when I forced myself into it.
I know I said we're going shopping at the weekend, but I have already made a start, oddly it was at Tesco, not somewhere I'd normally find myself but there you go. Does my bum look big in this? Yes, my bum IS big, and this skirt is lovely.
I never thought I'd wear a jumpsuit, but sometimes you just have to do things differently. Plus, when I think of jumpsuits I always get a Nineteen Eighty-Four vibe. If I ever had to dress up for World Book Day I'd go as O'Brien (Richard Burton version obviously).
I also bought this a couple of weeks ago and whenever I wear it people stop me in the street to talk about it. I don't know if it's still available but it's Marimekko at Uniqlo.
I think these three things will get a lot of wear over the next few months, and I'll be back shopping second hand soon.