Autumnal thoughts
including Christmas (yes), buying clothes, cosy beds and 2 shops in Norwich
I’ve turned the heating on. I feel a bit embarrassed about it - normally I try and hold out until at least October, but yesterday I was sitting at my desk and my nose was cold, even though I was wearing a big jumper and ancient cashmere socks (and also some other clothing). The socks were holey, which is the problem with cashmere socks - in the battle of the sock yarns, cashmere is the puniest of weaklings.
I am even considering tights, even though I hate them with a passion (repulsively synthetic for something crotch-adjacent). But it’s cold. And raining.
Yesterday I booked my Ocado Christmas slot. This is of course ridiculous, but I nabbed a slot on December 23 - the perfect date - for the first time ever. I felt quietly triumphant and thought no more of it, until shortly afterwards I realised that I was experiencing the first flutter of excitement at the whole prospect of, you know, the coming season.
Then I picked three quinces from our tree ↑ - they weren’t quite ready but I was excited to see them - and that always feels like a countdown clock starting to tick, particularly when they start scenting the whole kitchen. And then a friend came round to measure up for a door curtain that she’s making for me. We looked at corduroy samples. I started picturing the whole thing: corduroy door curtain, big old fire, all my favourite people in the room, tons of food, ye olde Christmas jigsaw on the table, lights, candles, the tree shimmering away… maybe a little festive drinks party at some point? Maybe a medium-sized one?
Anyway - I promise I won’t start going on about it until at least next month - look at how I’m avoiding repeating saying CHRISTMAS - but I’m afraid the fuse has been lit.