Was it intended as a dress, I wondered? Or a tent, if the worst befell us? She said she had to take it - he gave it to her only a few days ago. This was perfectly understandable, in my view. What woman could leave behind anything new? The last thing in the bag was a beach sarong, pink and crocheted, a somewhat puzzling choice, given we were several miles inland, and Spain is heading into Autumn. But then she explained that her auntie gave it to her.
At the age of nearly 13, this girl is not yet into fashion, but I thought her selection process faultless. She chose all garments on the basis of sentimental attachment, yet what she ended up rescuing were key pieces and design classics.
A wedding dress, a sarong, and a fisherman's jersey. That's the basis for a workable, take-you-anywhere capsule wardrobe. The sarong doubles as a scarf, obviously, and the Westwood dress has street value, should she need a cash injection.
A stripy jersey, even oversized, goes with everything. They were clever things to reach for in an emergency. As for me, I'm glad it was only a small fire, and that the truck came quickly. We might have been left in the clothes we stood up in, had things ended differently.
I'm pretty certain I could go on indefinitely in a Miss Crabb playsuit and a pair of Converse, but I'm glad I don't have to. I suppose she would have lent me the wedding dress, if I asked nicely.
- VIVA