With thanks

To the my wardrobe sister, Becky Bartholomew. When I was 19. I read an article about how in the not too distant future we would have friends we'd never actually met, relationships formed through computers and virtual communication. It was 1997, I had recently discovered the internet the year before (obviously, I didn't discover it, maybe I mean I contacted with it). Back then I only used the www for my hotmail account, to keep in gossiping distance with my friends from home, dispersed as we were to different universities. The thought of internet friends was not only faintly ridiculous, but also weird, odd, bizarre and totalky NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. To be honest, even 18 months ago, having friends, I mean true friends, I'd never met was still not on my radar. Then along came this crazy lady, who, just a few months before had lived a mile from my London flat, but who I didn't know. She bought some clothes from me, I from her. And this is one of the dresses that has hung in both of our wardrobes. Now, I don't know if it is our similar sartorial tastes or our shared love of trash tv, but I do know that I do really have a friend, a proper actual friend who I have never ever met. Bec, you rock. You make me smile and you are one mega mama. But you sold me this dress as pink, it's clearly red, anyone can see that. KEEP