I have collected a black bin-bag, full of wardrobe rejects. Well, they do say that if you haven't worn them in 2 years, then they should be chucked! The stuff I collected hasn't been worn in 15 years! To be fair, I was a size 8-10 then. Unfortunately, I am never likely to be that size again (those pesky biscuits!) and anyway they're from another era!

So imagine my surprise, when I flicked through a fashion leaflet that the postman had fired through my letterbox today, that inside was my size 8-10 bomber jacket, & my size 8 silver mid-length skirt!! Reading on, I saw that orange is again in. I remember in the 70s it was called burnt orange, and I had serious boot-envy 'cos my sis had a pair of knee-high burnt orange suede boots! And all those frilly-edged blouses with leg-o'-mutton sleeves - ALL back in.

Mind you, I still have a maxi skirt in the wardrobe. High-waisted, Paisley pattern, dark red & tan with black edgings - I hope that style comes back in! I've always liked it. I wore it to dinner when my first boyfriend in Aberdeen, an assistant manager for a oil company, asked me out. I was a poor art student and I ordered salade nicoise, just 'cos it sounded pleasingly posh. And I was dressed to impress! I was on the second mouthful when I hit the anchovies. Then some Caithness expletives let rip (I've never been a fan of cold fish)! You can take the girl out of Caithness but you can't take Caithness out of the girl!

And still at the back of the wardrobe is my Mam's 1950s skirt. Black, circular, knee-length, with multi-coloured felt birds appliqued all round it (see pic). I wore it twice to Art School events. It needed an elastic band attached to the button hole, for expansion, 'cos unlike me, my Mam had a 22" waist! I still love it. I remember she wore it with black high-heels. When I look at it now, I still hear her heels clicking on the pavement. Some things you can never part with. Clothes can be as precious a reminder as photographs, can't they?