Fashion.

I'm not attached to anything in my wardrobe. Twice a year, I drop off clothes, shoes and accessories I no longer wear at Vinny's or the Salvo's. So there's nothing much to sort out here. 

Georgia inherits our old Ts as bathtowels and occasionally as fashion wear.

Both these pictures, circa 2010.

Of course, I do have a few things I'd like to keep.

I bet I'm not the only one who had a swinging mirrored Indian satchel in the 70s.

Can you imagine teaming this with a blue, brown and green striped viscose mini-dress and a clunky bright green pair of Dr Scholls? I did.

Get a load of this cool leather duffle! I nicked it from Sister 2 and I have no idea if she knows that. [I guess she will now, when she reads this.] 

I coveted this greatly as a child. Sister 2 had long shiny hair, was prettier, smarter, had boyfriends and was my mother's pet and this duffle was yet another reason to hate her. It's all brittle now and just sits in another bigger bag, gathering dust in the dark.

This tiny thing, only about 7 or 8 centimetres [3 inches] long was my baby anklet. It must have been longer once, but is now broken at one end and missing a charm or maybe 2. Here's a close-up of one side...

What insane person puts a beer tankard on a baby anklet?

...and the other side. 

Look! That's a doggy on the right!

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Here's something I'd love your opinion on - 

I have many Tshirts that are worn out, torn, stained or out-of-shape. They're too nasty to give away but I can't bear to bin them either because they're somehow special to me. Do you think I'm mad to keep them?

This Tshirt was a present from a friend, from the days when South Africa was still under apartheid.

This one's just a cheap Tshirt I bought at a سوق‎ sūq, but it reminds me of a great backpacking trip I had with one of my best and oldest girl friends.

This pullover is from the early 80s. It was bought during my 1st and only visit to Anaheim while on a Contiki tour. [You know, the tours that are just for people under a certain age.] 

Look how thin it's become! The fleece inside has worn away, it's ripped around the neck and stained with brown paint because I was silly enough to wear it while painting the garage at our last house.

I was seconded to Chicago for work, the year the Bears won the Superbowl. This Tshirt was given to me by a couple of work colleagues who'd invited me over to their house to watch the game with them and a bunch of friends. 

It was the 26th of January, 1986. 2 days after the euphoria of the win, the Challenger came down. 

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Thank you again for sharing the special things from your childhood in yesterday's post. I can tell by what you mentioned, that some of you are much MUCH younger than me!

My question for today -

Is there anything you wish you had never worn?

Come on! Fess up! 

And some thoughts on what to do with my old Ts would be good too :)