« Indian Giver »

Some very quick snaps from this afternoon, where I attempted to layer as many different textures in black as I could get my hands on, apparently. With a bit of grey thrown in there too. First into the pile was this leather skirt, an old favourite, a very happy reunion with which occurred this week.

I first bought it about five years ago. Then, over the years, through size changes and various wardrobe clear outs I passed it on to my Step Mum. I remember it being a particularly crushing parting, it was pretty much my favourite skirt, but at the time it was too small and I thought it unproductive to keep hold of things that would only remind me that I'd gained weight. After that, I didn't really think about it again until about a month ago, when I started a search for an A-Line leather mini skirt.

'Hang on, I used to have one like that,' vaguely drifted through my head. I sent a grovelling message to my Step Mum asking her if she still had it and if she could find it, could I have it back. She aptly described it as a 'postage stamp' on it's recovery from her own wardrobe, and kindly returned it back to me. We call that an Indian Giver where I come from, I have no idea why. But the guilt of such an exchange has been significantly dwindled by the fact that I've worn it almost every day since, today being no exception.

Moral of the story: NEVER throw anything away, being a hoarder is much better.