Sentence or spree?

Three years - a prison sentence or a shopping spree?

The Daily Mail ran a feature today (with a little contribution from myself) on how many years the average woman spends shopping and it came in at roughly two years and ten months.

I dread to think what my total would have been if I hadn’t reined in my retail therapy when I did.

The article and talking to its writer has given me the kick start I needed to embark on a few months of minimalism again. I’ve noticed recently that little items and unnecessary indulgences are slipping back into my basket.

I know the warning signs now - the panic buy; the ‘essential item’ that will transform my wardrobe and the subsequent, desperate hunt to find it; spending £40 in Boots and then realising that all I’ve bought are sets of false eyelashes that I will NEVER wear.

So, I’m going back to basics for a while.

I’ve also been very neglectful of my blog lately.

The excitement of Spring, and all the good things I was hoping it would bring, have given me rather a lot to think about and do.

As well as another round of stopping shopping, I’ve made a few more decisions - with the help of Kevin & Hobbs - that I hope will work out towards changing all of our lives for the better and I can't wait to share them.

Merry As A March Hare

I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to today.

It’s been so gloomy through the winter here at the House of Hall and suddenly March has arrived with all its prospects of a fresh start. The mornings and evenings are brighter and so is my mood.

With Kevin now looking as though his recovery is just round the corner, it’s the first time in over eighteen months that I’ve really felt positive and like I’m getting back to my old self.

Suddenly anything feels possible again.

I leave you with my uncle's favourite spring couplet, with apologies to Ogden Nash...

'Spring is here, the grass is riz - I wonder where my lawnmower is?'