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As I cleaned out my wardrobe one day, something sparkly caught my eye.
It was the gold sequinned gown that I’d worn to my best friend’s wedding six months earlier, in July 1988.
Then aged 27, I’d initially hated the full-length dress, but as I’d danced the night away, with the candlelight on each table reflecting in my frock, I felt so glamorous.
Still I wondered where else would I get away with rocking a sparkly gold bridesmaid’s dress.
I’d thought, hanging it back in my wardrobe afterwards.
