Spring is billowing around me in all her floral finery at the moment, but rather than appreciate it, I have anxiety… the persistent gnawing feeling of being behind, far behind at everything. I’m not as active on my blog or social media as I’d like to be, for starters. As soon as I get a schedule neatly mapped into my calendar, my son gets sick (first year at nursery) and I have sleepless nights on fever-watch, which kills my desire to enthuse about clothes the next day. And then, of course once he’s better, I catch what he had because I’m exhausted from worry. I’m also not seeing quite the results I want at the gym at the moment, because there is always a dinner party, a birthday, or a vacation which derails my good efforts (at this age, it only seems to take ONE dinner with drinks to put a week’s worth of effort in the bin). I have a To Do list a few pages long, and there are very few lines drawn through any words to announce completion. Instead, they seem to be brazenly holding their place on the page.
This happens to me every year: First I’m always relieved and thrilled at the arrival of spring; relieved because those grey days in February where the sky feels like a leaden shield and there is not a breath of movement in the damp air are finally over. I’m thrilled at the electric yellow-green buds of leaves in the bushes promising some blue skies for the next few months. I get excited at the enormous pink magnolia tree in front of my house which is always in peak flower on my son’s birthday at the end of March (I used to hate the tree, but now that it has been christened The Alexandre Birthday Tree, it can stay). Inevitably, the thrill of the buds goes, the freshness fades, and I have WEEKS of sweeping all of the litter that only those of you with a magnolia tree on your property can fully appreciate (those petals are like little pink banana peels).
The only way to cope with my Spring Anxiety is how I cope with just about anything. Add a layer of shiny stuff, and soldier on. Glitter, sparkle, crystals, gold, silver, whatever. Sparkle is a neutral in my book, and not only goes with everything but makes everything better. So here, I’ve draped myself in what looks like plunder from a Spanish galleon, to show my Spring Anxiety who is boss.
Sunglasses: MiuMiu Necklace: Cécile Jeanne Cuff: Hermes Rings: Pomellato Trousers: Winser London Coat: Zara (old) Glitter shoes: J Crew (old) Photos: Lottie Anderson
“Fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life”- Bill Cunningham
I’m giving myself a small spring mantra: progress is progress, pay more attention to the change rather than the speed at which it is happening. I’m going to try and accept my impatience as the blessing and curse that it is. I’m going to try appreciate the beauty of the flowers on the tree rather than focus on all the brown slippery petals (currently) on the ground. I’m going to look at any progress on the blog, progress at the gym, progress on my side projects, and progress on the stack of books waiting by my bedside, as positive. All progress is positive, even if it isn’t at the pace I’d like. Slow progress is still progress. Show up and Bling up. That is my personal antidote to Spring Anxiety this week, and I wish the same for you if you’re suffering from a mild case of the Spring bah humbugs as well. xx5 people like this