‘If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?’ may be a wonderfully comforting thing for optimists to murmur to themselves as the last leaves fall from the trees and the last geese fly south, but it definitely rings hollow when it’s the middle of March and the weather feels more like January. I have been trying to take outfit photos, but apart from being bored silly with my winter clothes it turns out that standing outside in sub-zero temperatures wearing indoor clothes is not a recipe for producing bloggable pictures. Yesterday’s effort bore more than a passing resemblance to a rather chilly penguin who had accidentally fallen into a vat of red dye.
I took today’s picture in the conservatory, which worked a lot better.
I still wish spring would hurry up and get here, though.
*As, apparently, am I. I’m supposed to have a degree in English Literature, ffs!
Shelley, I think. But yes.
Gah. Some English graduate I am!
I dunno, Keats was infinitely more rubbish. My least favourite of the Romantics by a long way. Even Wordsworth is preferable, and we got made to read The Prelude at university!
I definitely prefer Keats to Wordsworth, though most of the Romantics are best in small doses!
One of those “hello clouds hello sky” blokes. (Not into the Romantics at all.) Both outfits seem to suit the surroundings – love that waterfally cardigan!
Thanks! I’m very fond of the cardigan, which I got in a clothes swap years ago – I keep wondering about re-creating it myself because it is a lovely shape.