I love seasons, all of them.
I love seasons, all of them. I’m so glad I’ve spent by far the largest chunk of my life spinning around somewhere between latitudes 51 and 53 degrees north and so get to experience… Earth’s seasons. Each with its own personality, all of them feeding off and complementing the others, with the most extreme two separated by their more even-tempered siblings. Can you imagine if winter sat next to summer, much better kept at a safe distance, apart, to avoid the inevitable clashes of mood.
When Spring arrives, it’s like the happy, yappy pup reminding us what it’s like to be full of excitement and anticipation, to appreciate the eve of something new and to turn our minds to re-birth, re-invigoration. Spring puts a spring in our step. Bursting colour. Newness. Ahhh.
So first thing’s first. It’s time to go get a bin bag from underneath the sink. Preferably the large, opaque one with the drawstring. Large because there’s a lot to put in it. Opaque because I’m too embarrassed about what the lovely old lady at the charity shop down the road will think of its contents, she can open the bag when I’ve left the premises. Drawstring because…, well just because. I mean why struggle with tie handles when they’ve invented the far superior version.
Right, now head to the bedroom. Pick up each old or greying or fraying or ill-fitting or baggy or scratchy or hardly ever worn items that you bought for the gym or for lounging around the house or for sleep time and fold them neatly, thank them for playing, insert them into said bag and bid them adieu and good luck in their new home. Next, unless you got some new ones for Christmas that you actually love, head to the underwear drawer and dispose of them them all. Maybe keep a couple back for the memories. Lastly, move on to the sock drawer. Just tip out the lot.
Doesn’t that feel life-affirming and justifiable, an act worthy of Spring itself? It just wouldn’t feel right doing this in, say, August.
Your cupboards and drawers should now be looking more like the trees of winter: bare, stark. And, most importantly, in need of replenishment. Bursting colour. Newness. Ahhh.
And now, so’s not to make the same mistakes of yesteryear, so’s not to make this moment become just a little bit of history repeating, this time, instead of buying the inferior many, concentrate on purchasing the few. The select few. The ultra-high quality, purposively designed, well thought through luxuriant few. The few that are expertly crafted, with fabrics carefully selected for their touch against the skin and their versatility, the few that are sharp, smart, fitted, chic, elegant, sexy. The few that will stand the test of time, the few that will survive until next Spring, and the Spring after that.
I give you Saviero De Silva’s unmatched range of underwear, loungewear, sleepwear, gymwear, chill-out wear, laze-about-wear, relax-wear, and socks-wear…
And because your cupboards are now largely bare, I give you Saviero De Silva’s complete range at a Spring-tastic 20% reduction for a limited time only. Yes, that’s one fifth off EVERYTHING. Even the jewellery, which I haven’t suggested you recycle (yet).
You deserve it. Spring deserves it. You’re welcome, as ever.