Think I must only have been two or three, but I can remember creeping into my parents bedroom and opening mums wardrobe door ever so slightly. Inside was an absolute treasure of beautifully coloured and sparkly dresses, kind of lurex and sequins. Used to do that often. Also loved her shoes with the heels, they made little indents on the bits of floor that had lino on it. Mum and dad liked to dance. I think that’s where my love affair with colours and glitters started. My craft box is stuffed with it and I have some glittery and colourful items about the place.
Our Welfare State. Is it broken?