[Sundae]

Mum's going to a funeral on Friday and the family has asked that people wear something pink as requested by the deceased.
Mum came off the phone from arranging to meet old friends beforehand and said something along the lines of, "Oh noes! No pink in my wardrobe."
And I looked at her something along the lines of, "Woman, WHAT?!"

Came dowstairs with an armful, and that's after deselecting things she wouldn't even consider.
It wasn't orange or yellow or green; pink I can help with. And that's the part that made me happy.

On a sadder note.
Well, nowhere near as sad as a death but I never met this person.
In fact I can't remember ever hearing their name.

My tiny sad is that I've had to give away three more treasured skirts.
One I was considering wearing tomorrow because it's May and it's nice and light and airy for sitting long-time on public transport.
They gotta go, I'd be showing my arsecrack within 5 minutes walk. Skirt falling down, not wearing a micro-mimi.

I don't mind switching down sizes. Of course!
And many of the clothes remind me of how I felt about myself at the time.
But now and then there will be something I was bought new, and I got to try it on and everything (as opposed to many clothes bought on eBay just because they happened to be the right size and price, ie 99p)
They were presents.
Letting them go is like shedding a skin. Good, but a bit itchy. Metaphorically speaking. Apart from the pubic lice.