Can never resist bridesmaids’ dresses – the more ridiculous the better – in a decent-quality silk, as someone of my acquaintance will find ’em useful for making costumes of some sort. Previous finds have had a new life, modified for school plays, am-dram, bonfire society parades or whatever; the puffed-sleeve, heavily-gathered waist variety adapts well with tapestry panels, beading and trimmings to Tudor dresses, for example; long shifts can go Edwardian. No home for these three (sized about 10-12) as yet; a further peach satin monstrosity (not photographed) has already gone to a school dressing-up box. Slightly more sensible: kingfisher silk shift and, err, a rather wonderful kaftan. This is the kind of thing I bring home when I get carried away on a fill-a-bag-for-£1 deal; Crowborough Hospital jumble sale, the leftovers from the summer fete.