Oh hey, have I mentioned yet that I love Spring?
Only about a billion times already. I really do though, and I’ve just remembered yet another reason why.
As well as harp on about how happy the coming of Spring makes me, you can’t have failed to notice that I also talk a lot about how the doom and gloom of Winter depresses me, and one of the reasons why is the way all the colour seems to be drained out of life during the colder months. On top of what feels like constant darkness, everything about an English Winter day is grey. The sky is grey, the scenery is grey, the drizzle is grey. Even the snow is grey, on the rare occasion we get more than a quick flurry, once it’s been trampled on by commuting masses. Worst of all, everyone starts acting like they have to blend in with this and starts dressing as drab as the bleak and miserable backdrop. It doesn’t help that stores suddenly retract any colour from their collections around September, and other than a brief period of Christmas glitz, their window displays are largely fifty shades of grey, or worse, black! I love a LBD as much as the next girl, but by October I’m desperately yearning an injection of colour.
Thankfully, that time is now, as for the last few weeks the high street has exploded into life. Finally shop windows are full of florals and prints and a rainbow of bright and sunny shades and it doesn’t half make a difference to my mood. My favourites I think are the pastels that seem to be big this year – I’ve always been a sucker baby blue, mint green, lilac or powder pink and this Spring there are ice cream shades a plenty, so I’m a happy bunny. It really is far more pleasing to the eye than a vast sea of monochrome layers.
Unfortunately, it’s also making me want to shop more, which isn’t such a good thing, but hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth I say!