When I was four, I wore my first-ever charity shop bargain – and hated it.
It was a stiff blue wool coat that stopped me lifting my arms and a matching fur hat with bobbles that tied under my chin, from a shop called Good as New – which, to me, was anything but.
This was the 1970s – so, when everyone else was in cheerful synthetics, I looked like a miniature Edwardian governess. My mum thought she was being stylish, as well as saving money, by putting her child in a retro outfit unlike anyone else’s, but it made me squirm with embarrassment.
As I grew up, and clothing became a little more affordable, these charity shop purchases...


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