It’s springing!
I’m a sunophile. This means I am really only a nice person to be around when the sun is above and around me. October-March are dangerous times to be in my company, as I’m;
- 300% more emotionally turbulent
- 180% more dependant on chocolate
- 95% soggier of foot (holes in best boots)
- 420% paler and spottier
- 50% sleepier
- 800% hairier of leg
Think then, of my delight that spring seems to be pushing its way through just weeks after our thick snow fall. I don’t entirely agree with global warming but there do seem to be some benefits, for now.
Daylight hours are clearly getting longer, pretty flowers are shooting up, and earlier today I was walking in town and took off my coat for a brief while. To say that I was bursting with pure joy would be such an understatement it would be like saying “Becca Dean tends to exaggerate here and there”.
I am so excited about this new season and coming warmer weather it is unreal. I am preparing like a loon… let me elaborate.
Reorganising my style. Bright pink (sunny) lippy teamed with nautical stripes. It’s like I just stepped off of a Mediterranean cruise.
Diving into the fake tan. Don’t judge, it’s my cultural heritage.
Planning some guerrilla gardening. Popping flower seeds into places that could do with a bit of colour. But don’t tell anyone or it doesn’t count.
Researching flights online at least three times a day. There are hot hot hot places to go and see. Imagine me as somewhere between Phileas Fogg and Elizabeth Gilbert. (Yes, that is honestly how I see myself).
Gearing up to earn some dollars. Or yen. Or euros. Maybe even some of your English pounds. There are summer wardrobes and adventures to fund. And I would love to do that from a coffee shop (with a wee bit of writing on the side).
Exercise. Feeling re-energised by all this sunlight. Hitting the pool and while I’m underwater pretending I’m in the Indian Ocean but without the fish. Hate fish. As far as I know there are no fish in the pool at Clarice House.
Let’s face it. I love Spring because it’s like an appetiser to summer. If you think this blog’s enthusiastic you should see what I get like in June. It’s not pretty and slightly pantomime-esque.
