My Mum was a pretty nifty dresser. In the 70s, she bought a skirt from an advert in the back of the Sunday Times. It was her favourite and she wore it all the time. I used to smuggle this skirt out of her wardrobe when I was a teenager, so I could wear it too, and when I went to university, I stole it.
Now, 30 years on, and several rips, tucks, alterations and mendings later, it is still going strong, and is my favourite skirt.
Perhaps I am turning into my Mother.