One day in 1967 I was browsing the racks in Myer’s Miss Shop, which was my main go-to shopping destination as an 18-year-old, when a pop of colour caught my eye. It was a short shift dress with a bright blue-and-purple zigzag print. I’d never heard of the designer, ZamPatti, but it was modern and I liked it. The new shorter look was coming in thanks to Jean Shrimpton, so I purchased the dress thinking it would be great for parties and dances. Little did I know what a fateful decision this would turn out to be.
That summer, in January 1968, I slipped on my new frock for a
