spring outfit ideas

A host of golden daffodils


So picture it: there I am wandering lonely as cloud. You know, like I do. When all of a sudden, what do I see? Only a crowd! A host! Of golden daffodils! That totally matched my outfit!

“Quick, Terry,” I said. “Take my photo: let us immortalise this magic moment forever, and not with a cruddy poem, either!”*

(*Forced to study Wordsworth at university. Not a fan.)

So we did. And, you know, it’s a bit like Where’s Waldo? for fashion bloggers, such is the perfection of my camouflage, no? I mean, you can’t even see me in some of these, can you? It’s almost like I AM a daffodil. Another dream realised!

These photos were taken on Sunday, otherwise known as The Best Day of the Year So Far, Not Even Joking. You see, I’d spent most of  Friday unpacking all of my Spring clothes, and trying to find creative ways to insert them into the limited storage space in the house.

By the end of the day, I never wanted to see another 50s-style dress again (Seriously, why did I have to buy so many  dresses with huuuge skirts? Did I not realise how much of a pain they’d be to iron when they’d been in storage all winter?), and there were clothes all over the house – tucked under the living room rug, hiding behind paintings, that kind of thing. Note to self: GET A BIGGER HOUSE. Because fewer clothes just isn’t an option.

When I went to bed that night, it was with fear in my heart. I’d completed this switchover of mine a couple of weeks earlier than usual, you see, and I knew – I just KNEW – that by getting out all of the Spring stuff and packing away the winter (Or most of it, anyway: I did leave out a couple of coats etc, just in case.) I was seriously tempting fate, and that we would likely wake up the next morning to a complete white out. And we did.Luckily for me, the white stuff was fog, not the snow I’d been expecting, but even so, my fears were confirmed: I had single-handedly prompted a new ice age – or a second winter, at the very least. Now we would never see the sun again, and it would be ALL MY FAULT.

That night, the clocks moved forward. And so, apparently, did the seasons, because we woke up on Sunday morning to Spring. And I know I complain a lot about winter (This is where you look politely astonished and say, “Why, YOU, Amber? Complain about winter? Surely not!”), but I don’t think even I had realised how much it had been sucking the life out of me, until it finally ended and Spring arrived. I was like a little kid at Christmas, I was so excited.

Terry and I both had a ton of work we’d planned to tear through on Sunday, but the fact that this one day might be the only sunny day we get this year made us realise that to spend it stuck in front of a computer would be a tragedy. So, instead, we threw caution to the wind, dressed like daffodils (Well, I did anyway. Terry doesn’t really do “daffodil dressing.”) and headed out to enjoy the sun. It was the happiest I’ve been since, like, August or something, seriously. And it was kind of surreal, too: the leaves aren’t even on the trees yet (in fact, the BUDS aren’t even on the trees yet), but when we took Rubin to the country park in the afternoon (yes, I changed into flats for that part), people were actually SWIMMING in the river. Swimming. In the river. In MARCH. I don’t think I’ve EVER seen people swimming in that river, let alone at a time of year when it has been known to snow heavily.

Everywhere we went, though, people were out in their summer clothes, having barbecues, being all happy and smiley and saying to each other, “This might be the only summer we get, you know!”It wasn’t, though. Because it was sunny and warm yesterday, too. And today. And I, my friends, am as happy as a clam. Happier, even. (Seriously, it must kind of suck to be a clam, don’t you think?)

(Note to people who are about to scold me for picking wild flowers: the ones I’m holding were ones which had been trampled on or something (not by us, I hasten to add) and had their stems broken. I brought them home and put them in water because they were going to die anyway, but I didn’t pick any healthy ones, because I would’ve felt like I was murdering them, and I am many things but I am not a flower killer…)[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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  • It’s the same here! I’m seriously thrilled. People are smiling in Ireland in March. We don’t usually smile in March. We usually drink whiskey to try to fool our bodies into thinking we’re warm.

    March 27, 2012
  • Rachel


    To me, the fact that you’ve got a cardigan on says that it’s not summer yet. But I hail from QLD down under. Where summer is generally between the 30-40 centigrade (90-105 F) temperature range. Summer clothes here usually mean shorts and a singlet. Even now when it has started to cool down, I’m still more than comfortable in a singlet and shorts or a short dress.

    March 27, 2012
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    I’ve just got to say that I adore how your outfit matches the field of daffodils Amber! Not only do you look gorgeous, but so do the flowers. 🙂 It’s totally a fashion blogger thing to do, but don’t worry, if I was there I would have done *exactly* the same the thing! Love it! Enjoy your spring days. 😀

    bonita of Depict This!
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    March 27, 2012
  • I adore daffs, that is a beautiful spread of them. And now I am moved to search out some more sandals (first outing for mine this morning :)).

    March 27, 2012
  • Your outfit is so gorgeous! I love the dress and I am quite prepared to track down where you live so I can steal that cardigan. This is not creepy at all.

    I’m so jealous of your Springyness, though. I didn’t appreciate my Summer enough while it was here! Is it too late to repent?

    March 27, 2012
  • Sandy


    You can get daffodil head hat thingys…I’ve seen them on the Welsh masses at the rugby, get Terry one of those and then we can do a ‘Where’s Terry’ too!!

    I’ve concluded that I’m a bit odd…I like the sunshine but I don’t like being in it, or the hot/too warm.

    Fortunately I’ve noticed that Scotland is getting the “hot” weather and we’ve been cooler on the south coast for a change! Huzzah! LOL!

    March 27, 2012
  • KON


    I’m doing this “it’s summer, lets skip spring” thing for a week now. And since I always forget sunblocker I already look like I had some vacances on canary isles. But honestly the only thing I did so far was drinking beer in the sun and spending the rest of the day (means when sun is down) typing some weird stuff about Mörikes short stories. Gosh, love semester break 😀

    I should get me a daffodil outfit too, this is just so lovely. Drinking beer in the sun WITH daffodil outfit must also be lovely. I’m not weird, I’m student.

    March 27, 2012
  • I love this spring weather! It’s really strange that spring decided to actually stay for so many days in March. Even for Greece this is not common. These last years we have rain and cold weather until the end of April, and the summer starts in the middle of July. Of course I’m not complaining because I’m a spring girl, and my mood is perfect. So I know how you must be feeling these days. I was tempted to bring the spring clothes too, and pack the winter ones (especially when I saw by your pics that you did it!) but I’ll leave them for now!
    By the way, you look gorgeous in this dress. I loved your new yellow shoes, and the daffodils. Really beautiful photos!

    March 27, 2012
  • I now have an image of Terry dressed as a daffodil (for Halloween?) in my head and it won’t go away.

    March 27, 2012
  • Amber you look stunning here, and those shoes are literally breathtaking.
    P.S Rachel’s comment sent me to the fair. Her country is warmer Amber. Y’hear?! xx

    March 28, 2012
  • Ruth


    Wow, you look utterly fabulous! The epitome of srping – gorgeous.

    March 31, 2012