It’s that time of year again. I spent yesterday clearing the winter clothes out of the closet and moving them to another closet. Then, I got out all the summer stuff and dumped it on our bed. I was so excited – I love summer clothes, especially summer dresses and skirts. But things are changing in the warm weather wardrobe of this woman in her fifties. For some reason, many of my old favorites don’t look quite right any more. Actually, some of them have gotten a lot smaller over the winter. I don’t know how that happens.
Regardless, I’m in a world of hurt. I have nothing to wear. I either need to go shopping or shrink myself into my shrunken clothes. Is there time to do that? I mean before summer really sets in?
I’m not sure and the last thing I want to have happen is for the eighty degree weather to show up and not be prepared. What would I do? If I wait too long, all the good stuff will be gone, and the stores will start bringing in the fall merchandise. Yet, with the way our weather has been, there’s a good chance we won’t actually need summer clothes this year. I just might get by with the few items that didn’t shrink too much and not bother to go get anything else. I suppose I can wait and see what happens. Then, if I need to get something, I can get the left-overs, probably at a huge discount. All that end of the season merchandise is usually dirt cheap and I’m usually one of the troubled few who are still trying to decide on a summer wardrobe in mid July.
Still, I think I’ll need to put the fork down and see if that doesn’t help. That and up the exercise for a while. What ever happened to the good ol days when I could eat anything and everything in whatever quantity I wanted and not gain a pound? I miss those days.
Apparently they’re gone and never coming back so I’ll just have to move on. To what? Oh, well, to the new and “improved” version of myself. I guess it’s alright. After all, nothing ever stays the same, right?