It’s rather strange but I can usually remember exactly what I was wearing when significant things happened in my life. When I got my drivers license I was wearing a red and white t-shirt that I got from Gowings with a white linen drawstring skirt and red leather sandals. Strangely enough I was wearing the exact same skirt three years later when I crashed my green Ford Laser in the rain. The skirt went see-through in seconds and the cop tried to get my number. For my first kiss I was at a disco wearing pale blue jeans and a purple and lime green flowered shirt that had see-through bits of lace. The first concert I went to I wore a vintage pastel knit skirt with a pink lace top and denim wedges – It was a Matchbox 20 concert in 1999 and I screamed out ‘I LOVE YOU ROB THOMAS’ while I was perched on my friend’s shoulders. The first time Mr Smaggle kissed me I was wearing this skirt. On my first day of university I wore a vintage hounds tooth skirt with a white t-shirt and black suede wedge Mary Janes. The first time I puked in a nightclub I was wearing a knit top covered in square gun-metal coloured sequins, fitted black pants and an awesome pair of strappy black heels that I never wore again… for obvious reasons. At the top of the Eiffel Tower I was wearing Doc Martins and black cords and cursing the fact that I was backpacking and didn’t have room for an evening gown and stilettos. 

Does anyone else do this? Do you remember what you were wearing when you had your first kiss? When you got drunk for the first time? When you first told someone that you love them? When you got arrested? On your last day of school?

Love Lady Smaggle

xxx

P.S For the record on my last day of school I was wearing my uniform covered in signatures and torn to shreds. I accessorised the ensemble with three senior school ties from the boys school across the street and my skirt was tucked into a pair of satin boxers that had been in my locker for around three years.