Today, in the process of putting clean sheets on the beds, I decided it was cold enough to put the electric blanket on our bed. I know electric blankets aren't very 'green' I hear you say but, working night duty I don't have Mr. H's hot bod to keep me warm when I sleep during the day. So, I wriggle against the heat of my electric blanket.
We are renovating at present & everything has been moved around. So finding the electric blanket was proving to be a task. What I did find when I looked under my bed was my "Skinny Suitcase."
Like a lot of mums, I gained weight after having babies. I didn't have the heart to sell/donate any of my favourite clothes that I spent a lot of my single life working hard & saving for to buy. So they were carefully stored in my old suitcase & put away under the bed until one day when I might wear them again. Over the last 12 months I have been losing that weight.
"I forgot I had this."
"I thought I got rid of this" & "Why did I keep that?" & "I loved that" all the while puffing out my chest & patting myself on the back.
Some things returned to my cupboard, & some returned to the Skinny Suitcase to wait a wee while longer. And, as much fun as I had, I was disappointed when I began thinking, or realising how much my body has changed shape from my 20s to my 30s. But then I reasoned that it was the clothing companies changing the design & sizing of their wares & it was their fault & not my problem & I felt better again!