You may (or may not) know that I can get a bit obsessive. I often over-organize. I stress too much about my hair. I get excited about something or other, and jump in over my head. Frequently. So, once we had that first taste of spring a few weeks ago, I was hell bent on spring shopping. All it took was a couple of warm-ish, sunny days, and temperatures above 10°C. The snow disappeared, and then the mud and puddles magically dried up. Dry enough to allow me to venture out in shoes, instead of boots. Warm enough to feel confident about packing the winter coats and hats away. Spring-y enough that I drew up my seasonal shopping list, and then shopped until I dropped.
In the spring, I’m a bit like the young detective, Jasmine Sharp, in Christopher Brookmyre’s book When the Devil Drives. I mentioned her in a post a while ago. Poor Jasmine has had a lot of trouble in her young life. And in the novel when her car gets torched, and the insurance company refuses to pay up, she is disappointed but resigned. Until the last line of the book. I swear this is the best epilogue I’ve read in years; I laughed out loud: “Five days later O’Hara shows up at the office and handed [Jasmine] an envelope containing ten thousand pounds in cash. Shoppiness ensued.”
Ha. That’s me, folks. The sun shines. The puddles dry. And shoppiness ensues.
On my first trip, I bought a new, black and white striped midi-skirt, a pair of Rag and Bone cropped pants, an Eileen Fisher tunic, and a Frame short-sleeved, striped tee shirt. Then I went in search of something to go with my new skirt. And I came home with a lovely linen tee from Nordstrom Collection, a Vince sweater, and my new suede Paul Green flats. That’s quite a haul for me. When I still worked, I used to buy a couple of new outfits per season, and fill in around what I already owned with a few new tops here, or a new pair of jeans there. But my wallet has not weathered this much shoppiness at one time since 2013, when I stopped getting a pay cheque.
|Watson’s Mill in Manotick with the gates of the dam open and the river in full flow.|
|Stairs down to the riverbank at A.Y. Jackson Park in Manotick|
|The rising Rideau River lapping the shore at A.Y. Jackson Park|
Then one day when I was all dressed and it started to rain again, I threw on this grey, white, and black camo windbreaker from Theory. I bought this years ago from Liz when she still worked at Holt Renfrew. It’s feather light, cuts the wind nicely, and is reversible to all black on the other side. I still love it. And it exactly matches the grey hoodie on my VB jacket. And looks pretty darned good with my grey All Saints tote. Now that’s serendipitous.
|High water at Watson’s Mill on the Rideau|
And speaking of serendipity. The two ideas I had when I started writing this post were that line from the Christopher Brookmyer book: “Shoppiness ensued.” And the fact that I couldn’t wear any of my new stuff because it was too darned cold… and “needs must”… I needed to dress for the weather.
And I swear it just dawned on me about halfway through writing this that the title of the Christopher Brookmyre book When the Devil Drives…. actually completes that old saying. “Needs must when the devil drives.” Now. I ask you. Is that not the coolest bit of serendipity ever?