Development in Rose II by Anni Albers
I had a half-written blog and was resisting its completion because I felt that I’d written enough about mourning and mortality. Then, this week, I learned that my first boyfriend had died, just days short of his 56th birthday, and next heard of the more public loss of Jeremy Hardy. Poignantly, the topic recurs and is ever-present. So I returned to my themes.
In as much as one anticipates mourning, I think one foresees it as a fixed-term contract: stages to move through, to process, and then it’s completed. The experience is, of course, less clear,
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It’s January and the sense of a new start, together with tantalising offers of sales from the shops, tempts many of us to review our wardrobes. I struggle with buying clothes: faced with what seems like endless rails of garments, I find it hard to discriminate; trying items on is an ordeal wherein I often feel the problem lies with the figure underneath, not the clothing. I have to be in a particularly positive frame of mind (immediately after a haircut is a good time), dart into the shops, look briskly and purposefully while the mental energy persists and then make a quick exit as soon as my mood starts to decline. Shopping trips are often brief skirmishes in an ongoing, inexplicable war. The small campaign victories can, however, be very precious: those garments which ‘work’ and become loved. They are reached for from the wardrobe as trusted old friends and their wearing never fails to lift the spirits.
On Friday evening I went to see 
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