Something is happening to my clothes.
Ever since I made the decision to quit my day job to concentrate on my writing, all the dark colours seem to have disappeared, and I am stepping out in ever brighter and cheerier clothes.
It can’t be the effect of spring. It’s still very definitely winter, even though the snow has gone. My lightweight clothes are still in their annual hibernation, under the bed, and several layers each day are essential. A couple of months ago, all I could find in my wardrobe to wear was black, brown and, when feeling relatively frivolous, perhaps I’d go mad and add a touch of grey. Now, all the acid greens and watermelon pinks are somehow leaping off the hangers at me.
And today I felt the need to dust off my sunglasses. It’s got to be a good omen.