No, not guinea pigs.
DH and I were just chatting, and for some reason, I remembered, with great fondness, a grey maxi coat I had when we were first courting.
It cost me 9 guineas.
My mum thought how sensible it was when I wore it over my mini skirts. Kept me nice and warm.
What happened to it? In fact, got me thinking. What happened to any of my discarded clothes back then, those halcyon days when I was 17, and the most I had to worry about was what to wear for my job at the bank and whether I would buy a new skirt or not.
Did I send them to charity shops? Were there any back then? Or did they end up at the local jumble/rummage sale?
Surely not, my stuff was worth more than that!
Whatever, in my mind’s eye, I can still see myself in that coat, with my long hair, my lovely BF, (now my DH) and bypass the last 55 years.
[sigh]
De-cluttering, still at it, still no end
