Stock take down in the rabbit 🐇 warren
Ready for Spring cleaning.
Sunday is not a day to be serious. I am working on an article on prisons for various reasons, but then I realised a) it's not ready and b) it's not a Sunday topic. I also realised that it takes longer to write and press the send to all button for my more serious posts. In the meantime, as my grey cells pushed out the topic - stock taking. When I went into my wardrobe wondering what I should wear today for the dog walks and a curry buffet, I realised stock-taking was a reasonable topic
As I often do, I stood looking into the wardrobe with a vacant expression and no ideas. It is a cold morning, so a jumper is required. Then I saw the one above. I bought it over 20 years ago in Coventry. I was between meetings with nowhere to go. So I popped into Debenhams cafe and saw this jumper on the way out. Then I looked again and saw my latest purchase begging to be worn. I bought it last week when I was dragged kicking and screaming into my favourite shop in Cambridge, Sahara, by a friend😂. The last time I was in a clothes shop was over a year ago. So, there was an itch that needed scratching. I couldn't resist this top. I just had to buy it. I will leave it to your imagination which one I am wearing as I write this post.
Looking through my wardrobe, I realise my clothes fall into various categories—those I have had for over ten years and worn regularly. My old 'smart' work clothes are definitely unsuitable for dog walking. The clothes I bought over 6 years ago and only wore once, but I am convinced I will wear them again. I will make sure my new top is not one of them. I have no idea why I still have the total disasters. A few clothes have lovely memories attached to them, but I am now too old or too large, or I never go to the right places to wear them anymore. I definitely need to do a proper stocktake of my wardrobe.
What is your favourite piece, or type of clothing?
The element of my stock-taking I was thinking about is my Substack. I know it is essential to do this every so often. I know my Substack is eclectic and slightly eccentric. I know the advice is to have a theme, but my brain is stuffed full of things collected over the years, and every so often, they pop up.
I have ideas mulling around my little grey cells. Some serious, some not so. I try hard to ensure I am not too political in my posts. It is obvious I am not a Boris Johnson fan, and Mildred will not be wearing a Conservative rosette on election day. Mind you, she’s anybody’s for a tummy tickle.
I am still planning a podcast with a psychiatrist who specialises in older people's mental health. There are particular issues for older people. It is something I think is worth investigating further. At some stage, I will ask you if you have any specific questions. There are other podcasts I have in mind.
I have written about my grief journey. I realise these posts can sometimes be challenging to read for people who know me. I don't mean to upset you, and I want to say I am doing ok. But I do hope my experiences can help people understand it is ok not to be ok sometimes, and we each deal with grief and other trauma our way.
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Hahaha, I so recognise the clothes stock taking. I’m in the middle of sorting through my wardrobe, and take out what I’ll no longer wear (being retired so no more functions, and having 3 cats means I need practical clothes) to be put in boxes for a charity. A lot of decluttering.
My favorite pieces of clothing are ones that fit me rather than me having to fit them. My mood. My body. What's clean. And what color makes me smile that day.