Hello folks. How’s your Sunday going?
As well as buying yet another crocheted blanket on one of the hottest days of the year, I noticed that the car boot sale was abundant in people flogging their clothes (like these fantabulous sky-scraping shoes, top right). It made me think of how my mum would never let me change out of tights and into socks until May was done, regardless of how hot it was. She took the 18th century saying ‘Cast not a clout til May be out’ as gospel (as I melted in tights in 28 degrees). Apparently if you ‘Marry in May, you’ll rue the day’ and if you wash a blanket in May you ‘wash a dear one away’. Eeep, so many rules. What a relief I’m not superstitious. Are you?
Martha, The Colour File x