I'm sorting out my wardrobe(s) today and have discovered (among other things):
- a mustard yellow leather trenchcoat that I bought at a second-hand shop in Grimsby about five years ago and have never worn (it's ecccentrically stylish in an "auditioning to be the first female Doctor" kind of way)
- a forest green long velvet jacket that fits like a glove that I had completely forgotten about
- a fur coat (fake) from the 1950s with a label inside saying "Lincoln Furriers"
- a long purple evening dress from M&S that still has a price tag on it (it was £5 in the sale!)
I have decided to keep most of these, but the fur coat is going to the Sally Army. It's taking up too much room.