... and clearly the temptation to say that if you don't like them, then you should probably jog on, is high, but as it's the most woeful joke on the planet, I won't.... For I am about to wax lyrical for the following blog about my love affair with jogging bottoms.  But not for the gym, oh no.

I know, I know, it was ludicrously optimistic of me to get all excited about the start of Spring when it was only February.  And yes, I was probably the only person in the country who was genuinely shocked on Friday when we woke up to another white out.  More chuffing snow?!  It's not like I haven't lived

So following on from yesterday with all things Spring.  The sun is still shining and I'm studiously ignoring the weather forecast on my iPhone that has it sitting at a rather unSpring 3 degrees for the rest of the week. Let's march on with my Spring resolutions of the fashion variety.  Now I never make too many as

Which means two things.  One - out come the jackets and away go the scarves.  As much as I am aware I have an embarrassingly large collection of scarves, by this time each year I am bored to tears of them.  My neck feels like it's got rickets.  Needs.  Sun.  And as if I don't have enough jackets

Just in case The Husband happens to be reading this - clearly I mean of the jean variety.  Boom boom.  I'm saving my spate of probably hilarious photos for tomorrow with my visit to Forever 21.   So the good news is that I may have found some boyfriend jeans which are contenders.  Bad news to follow. Starting