This morning, low on clothes left in the wardrobe, I put it on, and instantly hated how I looked. Why have I kept this wretched thing for so many months? It stares disapprovingly out of the wardrobe at me, making me feel guilty because I’ve only worn it a few times.
NOT ANY MORE.
It’s new home is the bag of stuff due to go to the charity shop – and hopefully someone else will love it.