You may remember a little while ago I had a whine about a badly ripped dress I couldn't bare to throw away. I came across it the other day, stuffed into a plastic bag at the back of my bedside table.
I was incredulous to find only a tiny rip in place of the black hole I remembered. A piece of iron-on mender and a few stitches later my favourite dress from two years ago is back on a hanger.
Mask: couldn't resist it in Amsterdam