How fickle the weather was in January's final week! Sunny days alternated with gloomy ones, and the temperature dropped from 7°C on Monday to a mere 3°C on Wednesday. If on Thursday, in true yo-yo style, the mercury had jumped up to 6°C again, it felt decidedly cooler. On top of that, I'd woken up to a migraine which painkillers wouldn't be able to shift all day. To say I was glad to be on my way home is a bit of an understatement.
Strangely enough - or perhaps not! - there was no sign of any lingering headache on Friday when, after our customary fruit and yogurt breakfast, we were ready for our weekly trip to the charity shops.
What's more, there were sunshine and skies of blue to be spied outside. Jos's weather app said we'd get highs of 8°C, but I didn't want to take any chances and wore a jumper. Almost unthinkable a couple of years ago, I now find myself wearing jumpers regularly and not just when temperatures drop below freezing point. Surely this must be a sign that I've finally waved goodbye to the worst of the hot flushes! Phew!
The floral ceramic brooch rimmed by tiny pearls was a flea market find, although I can't remember where or when, and my necklace, with its plastic beads alternated with stacks of felt circles, was charity shopped. The belt with its unusual metal buckle came with a dress I no longer own.
A chunky long-line orange cardigan, with a pale green floral corsage pinned to it, was layered on top. The eagle-eyed may catch a glimpse of my green tights, and I was once again wearing my caramel mock croc boots, which were swiftly exchanged once we'd reached our destination.