My wardrobe loves autumn, it knows change is coming. We’re both happy to say ‘goodbye jandals, helloooo boots’. (after all, you cant kick through a pile of autumn leaves in your flip-flops : -)
I clear the way for luscious layers of coats, woolies and plethora of scarves with a seasonal ritual - the bi-annual cull. Taking to my wardrobe with brutal decisiveness I remove anything that didn’t get an outing in the last 12 months. Then I bee-line it to my favourite local fashion store and fill my empty coat-hangers with new goods.