I have a very wise husband. When packing our bags for the UK I figured that as we were going into a UK Summer what would be the point of heavy jumpers. Especially as I would have to be lugging them in my pack all over France. Thankfully my husband instilled good sense into my thinking and I only brought 3 t-shirts along with me, as well as 1 pair of thermal pants, 1 thermal top, 2 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of trackies, 3 long sleeved tops, 1 Drizabone, 1 funky pair of Winnie the Pooh PJ’s (the NZ touring group will remember those beauties), 1 other night shirt and the obligatory under garments of course. Add to this 1 suit (shirt, skirt and jacket), 1 summer skirt and 2 pairs of shoes, hat, gloves and scarf and 1 pair of togs (swimmers for all the Aussies). Not sure where I thought I would be swimming but they did get used in Provence (although the water was freezing no matter how much I tried to imagine it wasn’t). After 10 years in Australia this is what my whole wardrobe was whittled down to. Can I tell you now that I am pretty sick to death of the above garments!
However, back to my wise husband. The English summer was very shortlived and would not really even rate, temperature wise, as a summer. Now, as I sit here next to the radiator trying to thaw out my hands and nose, I am thankful for the thermals and the long sleeved shirts. The only time I wear the t-shirts are for working out and even then that is indoors as it is far too cold.
Just a little insight to my muddled brain and the random thoughts for today. Ka kite ano!