Dressing the part and doing the Daily Dozen (x28?) Blog Words, so far so good, though quite a challenge getting to grips with what to wear. The research took ages.
Research? Well, the Met Office for some idea of wet/dry/cold/torrid, then a quick glance at the diary; Saturday, and not a lot on my mind apart from doing this, gathering up the fallen leaves, arranging to see the new Mike Leigh film, getting to grips with the pain in my ankle and not eating too much.
Now, what would help with that?
Rummage in the wardrobe avoiding the usual suspects and decide that today is not to be beige – respect for Turner’s art if not his wardrobe. Reject the trousers, humdrum things with elasticated waists and added pockets to hold keys, cards, phone and the wonderful bus pass.
I have a problem with handbags. There is a dark cupboard where they lurk but since they all weigh something when empty I tend to gather together the essentials in something as light as possible, stuff that in my backpack and line my pockets with the small flat things that run my life.
It’s one of the new things, this inability to carry loads of stuff around with me. I think my body has gone on strike, behaving like the camel in response to the last straw. After putting up with my stupid abuse of its potential my amazing body has stopped cooperating. Enough is enough, after all, and with a BMI like mine it is quite fair that even tiny extra loads produce exhaustion.
The same thing applies to clothes, so when looking yesterday for a sensible waterproof coat for the winter (it is November, after all) I could barely lift the one that would fit me off the rack. I gave up before I even tried it on, borne down by its weight.
So today it’s layers of the colourful, the lightweight and – above all – the loose.
Good Mantra for the Month?
potteringgently 