Frumpy me

The new year dawned and with it a vague sense of unease. I have been trying in vain to pin it down to a reason but all reason seems to fail me. Yet I have noticed little things....I am just a tad bored. Unlike other years I don't have a project this time around. Then I notice that my wardrobe is full of clothes I don't wear and as the years roll nut they are becoming faded and dated like yours truly. My once fashionable clothes have given way to a kind of uniform....all day sees me in shorts and t shirts,the evening give way to t shirts and track pants. My high heals have given way to flats and my flats have given way to running shoes....oh no don't get me wrong there is no running in this life. Hush puppies and sky high boots have been replaced by stodgy Clark's . The once coiffed hair has given way to a birds nest which at best of times I battle with and the one time I put a hair dryer to it,I have to make an SOS call to the hairdresser. My beautiful midnight blue mascara is languishing thanks to disuse....I am sure my neighbours might think me a bit mad if I wore shorts,t shirt and blue mascara even I couldn't carry that off though I do most things. My make up kits are now used on unsuspecting nieces who have no choice but to let me "make them up". I haven't heard a complain which means I am good at what I do. My designer handbags have given way to a mop. Yes a mop if you please,as in cleaning the floors. The only spreadsheet s that I use now are to make notes on fish prices or to make meal plans for my never ending guests.

All symptoms of becoming a frump I think. So drastic action has to be taken. Except for church where I still manage to go well presented to meet my maker,I have decided that all clothes will be donated to girls who could use them. Unfortunately they may have to pin and tuck to get them to be serviceable after all I did pile on some weight over the years. I have solved the handbag problem.i had donated them early and now use hand me downs of my well travelled sisters. Having figured out my basic problem (turning into a frump) I am still left with the strange sense of unease. I blame kindle for that. Having worked long and hard in the corporate sector we were conditioned to believe that most things that can be had for free must be taken for free,so we learnt to get everything sponsored. Now here it am very loathed to buy books online or offline. I need to read a book a day and all the classics are free online and I have read them all in my lifetime so here I am going cross eyed by the hour hunting down free books.  The vague sense is still there,somewhere something is up and if I do get to the bottom of it then I will make notes but for now the idea is to make frump a fashionable state of being.