That’s what my grandmother used to say but despite her warnings the day has come when, although it is still May, my familiar uniform of jeans and sweatshirt seems too heavy, too sombre and too dark, for, at last, the sun is shining.
I remember and pull out from the storage box under my bed the pink linen skirt I bought at the end of last year. I never actually wore it because that was about the time that the weather became cold enough to revert to the jeans. I try it on. It is very short, revealing that my legs are still depressingly pale (to say nothing of stubbly). It’s very pink, brighter than I remembered and also I have just remembered that when I showed it to my husband he made unflattering remarks about knobbly knee competitions.
Perhaps light coloured trousers would be better. There are the white ones – a tiny bit tight but with the longish black tunic I could leave the top button undone. Or, I might use the ‘extenda button’ purchased from Bettaclean, an impulse buy because I felt sorry for the woman and it was the cheapest item from the very small selection of gadgets I could ever imagine using
I don’t usually wear black and white though. I paid good money for a colour consultation a few years back and was told I should wear summery, light tones.
Maybe the outfit could be accessorised with a scarf so I take one out and drape it round my neck while posing in front of the mirror.
Now there are those women who know exactly how to tie a scarf to look elegant and yet casual and I am not one of them. I suppose that as I am still wearing my paisley patterned zip-front dressing gown the effect is bound to be limited, but it is still distressing how the scarf just hangs, limp and crumpled. It begins to bring on one of my hot flushes and I think how unkind nature has been to give me a crepe-y neck at the same time as denying me the means to disguise it.
All right, a long loose dress then, that must be all right. Pale blue flowers (thanks colour consultant). There are no buttons to gape and the skirt is long enough to cover my knees. But what about shoes? I realise I will have to retrieve from the back of the wardrobe the sandals which, though pretty, are pretty uncomfortable too. Maybe my navy and white trainers would be all right?
A branch of a nearby tree scrapes the window and I realise that I have been so absorbed with my wardrobe that I haven’t noticed the change in the weather. The sky is now leaden and the trees are being shaken by squally gusts. Thank goodness! With some relief I put on the jeans and sweatshirt again and prepare to go out suitably dressed for an English summer day.