Good morning November. Time, I think to accept that Autumn is fully established and in fact 2/3 done. Winter beckons with an icy finger and cold gaze. 

I went full flamingo yesterday when I bought a bright bra that exactly matched a bright but old thermal layer.

Long after I retired myself, my trusty on-call bras just kept on going.

Named and chosen because they could be worn continuously for  up to 36 hours and not be in any way uncomfortable. Originally I had a stable of 5, which has dwindled down to 1. Bras with that level of stoicism are only really required for travel these days. And travel is on our November itinerary hence the purchase of the Flamingo bra. Serendipity offered me a Pigeon coloured blue/grey/deep lilac bra in the right size.

The trusty old bra went off across the underwear rainbow bridge yesterday . So on days when stoic underwear is required I will be either a Flamingo or a Pigeon.

I already know that in the winter months the Flamingo bra will get more use. I suspect I am more inherently Flamingo than Pigeon, but in the darker months something vivid regardlese of where it is worn is a real boost for the soul.