Hat to match

          The recent spell of cold weather gave me a reason, rather than just an excuse, to buy a new hat.

          I snapped a picture of it in the mirror to show the girls and inadvertently made one of those infinity pictures, a picture inside a picture, inside a picture … inside… You get the general idea.

          Life is a bit like that at the moment. It goes on all around you, but you do the same things day in, day out, locked down into your own little bubble for infinity. And yet… Has it really been a year already since covid first reared it’s ugly head ?

          I have often commented on how time moves so much faster as I’ve gotten older. I remember my “Nana” telling me that for every year you have been alive, someone steals a day off the end of the year you are living and that’s why the years pass so much more quickly as you get older. Eldest Daughter shared a theory … She said that when you are young you are constantly learning new things and your brain notices everything. As you grow older, you don’t do so many new things, you do things the same, the same routine before work in the morning, the same commute home each evening, and your brain doesn’t have to remember these things over and over again so it forgets them. All these little repeated things are forgotten and the more repeats you do, the more time is forgotten, as you get older still, you don’t do much that you haven’t done a thousand times before and that’s why by then your years seem so much shorter.

          If this is the case, then the answer to slowing down time is to use it memorably… I’ll let you know how I get on with that.

          The hat is “to match” the coat, of course. I love things which match. My girls often put their hands to their heads when I show them old photos… Did I really dress them like that ? Well yes, of course I did. It was the late 80’s and I had three pretty little girls.. What else was I going to do.

          To be fair, it could have been a lot worse, I could have dressed them all identically, but instead I dressed them to match. One day they would all wear pretty dresses and frilly socks, and another they would all wear leggings and t-shirts… Never identical, but always matching. ….

          I’m rubbish at shopping for clothes, my taste doesn’t quite fit in with the high street fashion so it takes me ages to find that “Perfect something” when I need it. I used to just wear the same clothes over and over again until they had been worn and washed so many times that they quite literally fell apart. Eventually there comes a point when you quite literally have nothing to wear and you have to find something to buy. I love to browse, and window shop, but “having” to shop isn’t at all enjoyable, however, it has taught me to buy clothes that I like when I see them and not wait until I need them, unfortunately my increase in clothes size completely took all the enjoyment away from any clothes shopping, and when my warm coat gave up on me, I refused to buy a new one with a higher number on the label. The cold winter this year meant I froze without a warm coat and finally gave in, I bought a coat I didn’t like simply because it was there, and in a sale and I needed it. The coat served its purpose, but made me unhappy while I was wearing it. There is enough grumpiness in the world, and I realised that if something as simple as not liking the coat I was wearing was making me feel so grumpy, and I had the means within my grasp to fix it, then that is what I should do. Even if it meant wearing one with a higher number on the label.

          Wearing clothes that you’re comfortable with can completely make or break the occasion. For instance, give a girl “The right shoes” and she can rule the world, but putting the wrong top on that same girl of a morning whilst on holiday can be worth every second’s delay of going back to the hotel to change… As Hubby has discovered on many an occasion, even to the point of getting the suitcase out of the boot after we had checked out of our hotel and were about to meet Eldest Daughter in the IKEA carpark in Southampton. …..

          The high street hasn’t been very accessible during the last year and online shopping has taken off big time. Whereas before I knew which particular shop fitted me best, I now have a few favourite online shops I return to. I’ve become quite practiced at using the provided size charts and reading the detailed description of an item as I imagine the size and materials and take the information into a virtual changing room in my head. I’m also getting pretty good at organising returns if my virtual changing room has let me down.

          One of my more recent purchases turned out to be not quite as expected, they’re brighter and just a little more “Me” than I would usually dare to wear… But they do match my hat and coat perfectly.

2 thoughts on “Hat to match

  1. Hahaha!!! the thought of having to have an excuse to buy a hat is, well, both delightful and at the same time quite surreal – you are a breath of fresh air, my friend! AND have to say that I like both the hat and the boots!!! And yes, time does fly by when we’re older – and the more so in lockdown – but I just go with the flow and let it do its thing! Keep on keeping on, Hallysann!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • 😂 🤣 😂 I need two hands to count my hats on now, and if you count my wellies too, one hand isn’t enough to count my boots. But I do wear them all… At their particular times. And as for just carrying on carrying on… Of course. 😊 😊

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