#Month 3: Quitting fast fashion - a 12 month challenge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Composed by William Wordsworth on Westminster Bridge on September 3rd 1802
September has always been one of my favourite months. Its a time of renewal and new beginnings. For me, it symbolises new school years, apples, being filled to the brim with sun rays and warmth and new stationary. September signals change and welcomes it, eagerly, full of hope and giddy excitement.
This year, plenty has changed and its been a whirlwind. On one of my first days in my new job, I accidentally sat on some chewing gum on the way to work on the tube. This was problematic as I was wearing lose cotton yellow trousers which, aside from being quite ridiculous, could not support the chewing gum stain and so I had to make a mad dash to the shop opposite the office and buy some (NEW) leggings for £10. So I broke my promise, kind of. But I will defend myself because it was a genuine emergency and no one can hand on heart claim that leggings are fashionable. They are functional and cheap and the whole experience of going through the shop in a blind panic knowing I had to find something new to wear was horrendous. The smell of new clothes was horrible and the faffing around in a changing room suddenly felt unbearable.
I think I am cured of any shopping addiction I once had and I am glad I had that experience to remind me that I really don't want to set foot in any of those high street shops again. Ironically, the learning curve this month was being forced to break my promise and realising that I no longer want it. What once was, will cease to be and that will come is full of mystery and intrigue and September is playing its part beautifully.
As this post started with a poem, I will end it with one of my own. This is an ode to the end of summer and to a very special person.
The sun looks bolder, big and round
Its golden rays drench the ground
As if to paint with memory of heat
Unto the spot which winter will meet.
I see the tides come and go
Mountains grow and rivers flow
The grass has grown long
And whispers the the summer song.
I hear the crickets and the bees
And the butterflies in the breeze
On this hazy autumn day
My summer clings on as if to stay
And my heart from this will never stray.