Stopped writing about it and started doing it.
329 days in and it looks like I’m going to do it.
Not so difficult once they shut all the shops and you couldn’t go anywhere.
First casualty of coronavirus was the nails. Eventually got them off, poor wretched natural nails hadn’t seen the light of day for about 12 years, and are now, very slowly growing into something approximating nails. Hey ho! No worries, nobody sees them.
Hair not so bad. I can boast that my hairdresser cuts so well I’m still managing. A tiny bit of snipping at a twisted fringe and I’m still good to go. Just nowhere to go to.
So I’ve lived in some sort of boring routine that’s never involved getting ready to go out.
I’ve put the winter items in the loft, got out the shorts and vests. Managing on last years stuff is no problem.
Only briefly on any sort of show, the odd standing at my door for a funeral, putting a frock on for a zoom call, that sort of thing. Mostly just selecting appropriate running gear or something to garden in.
I thought about making something but balked at the price of good material so didn’t bother.
Planning to revamp the sitting room instead. It’s all I see.

#60 days in

Over the initial hurdles, not pining for Uniqlo every free afternoon, ignoring cries from my friends that they couldn’t do it and why would I want to.

Being part of the crowd has a strong pull, but that’s what my constant need to update has been prompted by. 

Two recent hurdles past. A wedding in Spain, wore nice thing I already owned. Great find of a clutch bag, circa 1970 shaped like a folded magazine, with a 19 magazine front cover on it. It was spotted by another guest, “I work in fashion” who was amazed that it was original, or even vintage. Then back for a funeral, delighted to find a little kimono jacket to top off a LBD, so managed that too. 

Big social occasions tended to be excuses to buy, but apart from being old enough to know that nobody will be looking at me, it’s actually been quite fun rooting around and seeing what I’ve got. 

Trying to work out what the pleasure of a new outfit consists of. Is part of it the pleasure of knowing that you chose well?  If so could there be more pleasure in choosing so well that you still enjoy wearing it many years later?

There are still unworn items nestling in carrier bags, not many, but there are. 

I caught myself eyeing a cardigan yesterday. 

My new haircut and my glowing suntan are both helping the image in the mirror. 

The cold weather is coming, let’s see how I deal with it