Week 33

I am going to have to admit I have bought one dress this year, and I blame my lovely sister in law. Last week I joined my brother and my sister in law in the Cotswolds for the day. Fiona and I have spent the last ten years holidaying in Spain every Summer ,

Our routine on our hols always involves some retail therapy. So we had decided we would have a spot of therapy in Broadway. So Fiona guided me to a shopping arcade, and then to a dress she had already spied, and declared it was just me and not only that but it was in the sale. Well it was just me ,in the sale and perfect for future holidays in Spain together. Enough reasons to justify a purchase .So that was that, I erred . But when we sat down for a cuppa of tea and cake, we reminisced on our wonderful holidays in Spain and we declared that we would back next year and I would be wearing that dress and remember our Covid year and the circumstances of when I bought that dress . So our day together wasn’t the same as our holidays in Spain but a good day despite.

Which returns me to one of my themes that clothes aren’t just about clothes, they are diary records of our lives . Where one was on that particular day, the time of the year and who with and the pleasure of the day out and reason for buying that spontaneous purchase. And of course the historical time line. So different to sitting on the internet and purchasing on line.

Well this blog has taken ages to write as letters go missing and the cursor moves around so it keeps having to be rested and then restarted!! So back to Western computers next week and not sure if I’ll have it back for the following week.