Day 71 to 78...where has all the time gone.

I am  a bad blogger and have failed to post ALL week! I have a good excuse, I have had what can only be described as a whirlwind few days. As the seasons appear to have changed over the last 72 hours, I have been preparing to entirely change my life in the next 72.

Today is the last day of three wonderful years in my current job and I have been industriously packing significant amounts of belongings, drinking significant amounts of alcohol and saying goodbye to huge numbers of significant people in my life. Sob. As a result I have failed to update of my antics and regale you all with tales of wardrobe exploits, however I have still been taking my photos and here they all are.

Day 71: A Thursday and a chilled day in the office, I ditched my jacket for the photo as it seemed to be making me look like quasimodo! EEK

Friday and Day 72: my leaving party ended with me looking considerably worse than I do in this. Although I love my M&S shift, I must remember NOT to put my arms above my head. Oopsy

Day 74: Sunday. Following a day and half of packing on a hangover I went out with Bekah to meet friends for lunch. (Day 73; no photo due to extreme hangover and inability to speak)



Day 75: Monday, the beginning of my last week at work and a nice little dress for the occasion. Thankyou Primani



Day 76: Tuesday, I think this was officially the last temperate day of the season. RIP sunshine, hello woolen outfits.

Day 78: Friday and my last ever day in the office, my last ever photo from Dawks (photographer extraordinaire) and a really wooly jumper! Hoorah.

So that's my last week and a fun week it certainly has been. However, as always I have been having a think about Hanger Strike as I have trundled through life. I think, despite the wall I came up against last week that I have begun to get into my stride. I have thought very little about my wardrobe famine as my mind has been taken over with mundane tasks such as cancelling the water bill and packing the kitchen utensils. It sort of makes me think that maybe part of my shopping obsession is a boredom thing.... I was definitely less preoccupied with my attire in the days when I had a pony to look after .I always put that down to a youthful lack of 'a clue' but perhaps this is an overinterpretation of the facts. Perhaps people who have more to do are less obsessive ad thus purchase a more easily mixable wardrobe, resulting in less time thinking about what to wear and therefore less time worrying that they have nothing to wear. In my mind I now try to think of stylish busy people who do this, however I can only think of Simon Cowell so am quickly deciding that this must in fact be a pile of complete tosh. I am now categorising boredom as one, not the only factor affecting my propensity to purchase.

Stay tuned for more, better thought through musings when I have a single second to sit down and ponder.

PS, my Day 77 photo has been taken but requires me to work out how to get it from i-phone to computer and thus to blog....it won't be long.