Family Heirloom

This year I got chatting with my mum about clothes as Christmas presents - a really terrible idea, but so tempting. Asking is a nightmare, and you always end up with the wrong thing. (No, a pair of 3-inch heeled black boots with zips and buckles is not the same a pair of flat Chelsea boots). My mum told me her own Christmas tragedy, receiving a jumper that was nothing like the one she'd asked for. Heavy and itchy, apparently it was only good for skiing. Out of interest I asked if my mum if she had another photos, to my surprise she pulled it out from her wardrobe. Plot twist: I love it. While I don't think hoarding clothes is a good use of space, sometimes it pays...