It's official. I am declaring that I have been totally out of sorts for at least a week. In fact, I've been downright cranky. Not to mention pouty, crabby, grouchy, snappy, and cross. Sigh. I blame mother nature. I mean, snow and sleet and miserably cold weather in April will defeat anyone's Pollanna complex.
Being cranky means I haven't felt even remotely inspired fashion-wise. I tried to muster a few outfits and some decent photos on a couple of days this week. Most of the shots I deleted. Outfit combinations were decidedly uninspired. And the pictures were worse. Both days were cold and blowy, with snow and no sun. So no outside shots, and not very well lit inside ones. I couldn't scrounge up a happy smile, no matter how much I played Pollanna's "glad game."
|Uh, okay. How come these pieces, all of which I love, look "meh" together?|
I salvaged these three shots from a myriad of photos. And several different outfits. Numerous combinations of tee shirts (red, striped, white) with three different pairs of jeans, my navy anorak, my red Earth brand loafers, and a couple of scarves, including this coral and cream Vince Camuto one I bought a while ago. Finally I added my Veronica Beard jacket. But when I tied the scarf, I felt as if I should be pushing the drinks trolley on an Air Canada flight. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Far from it. Those flight attendants know how to tie a scarf. But still, it wasn't a look I was going for.
Eventually I settled for just wearing the scarf loose. Or tied loosely inside the coat. It looked okay. But as much as I think the scarf is pretty, it's just not what I need with my anorak. My friend Liz agreed with me when we met for coffee the other day. I should have a scarf that is more textured, less ladylike, and most assuredly a different red.
This is the look I gave Hubby when he called to me from the kitchen as I was taking what was to be my last photo. "No I'm not going anywhere," I replied. "Yes, I know I'll be too cold in this outfit if I go outside. But I'm not going outside. No, I don't want another CUP OF TEA." See what I mean? Definitely cranky.
|Poor Hubby, subjected to "the look."|
So what does a blogger do when she can't muster a half-decent outfit post? Why... give up, of course. Throw on something comfy... and warm... and get out of Dodge. Or at least out of Manotick. So yesterday, I headed downtown, browsed a few shops for a new spring bag. Found a scarf for my coat, thanks to Liz. Had coffee and banana bread, and a good old natter with Liz, during which I may have whinged a bit. Then headed home refreshed.
And this morning when I considered putting on some make-up and trying again to take outfit photos, I just couldn't summon up any enthusiasm. So Hubby and I pulled on our hiking boots and our jackets, and went walking instead.
Much more restorative. Especially since today feels like spring, with double digit temperatures. Imagine. I even hung two loads of laundry to dry on the clothesline. Now that IS a harbinger of spring.
So let's try that Pollyanna "glad game" again, shall we? I'm glad it's finally warm-ish outside. I'm glad my clean sheets will smell like spring sunshine when I make up our bed. I'm glad I found a lovely new scarf that I'll probably show you next week. I'm glad to have friends who don't mind hearing me whinge. And a long-suffering husband who pretends not to notice when I'm cranky and cross.
And I'm glad to know that, when I can't muster a half-decent outfit post, you guys won't really mind if I give up. And get outside instead.
Sometimes giving up is preferable to beating one's head against a wall. Much better for one's state of mind. And, in this case, for one's fitness too. And we did find a big bunch of pussy-willows along the trail today. So I'll be filling my earthenware jugs with them tomorrow. Now, I ask you, is there anything more cheerful in the early spring than a lovely bouquet of pussy-willows?
|Saw these beautiful poplar trees along the walking trail today.|
So, that's it for me today, folks. I have to go bring the laundry in off the clothesline. After pussy-willows, laundry dried on the clothesline is the second best thing about spring.
Okay... maybe third... right after being able to wear bare ankles with my new loafers.
Now, how about you my friends? Has this late spring been getting on your nerves? What's your favourite thing about this time of year... when the weather finally, finally warms up?