Inside Armstrong's

Armstrong's shop is an Edinburgh institution with three outlets in the city, featuring vintage clothes of all descriptions.
It is a source of all things which a student or a person with a flair for the original might ever wish to find.
Kilts and sporrans figure greatly, as do slightly felted cashmere jerseys. My erstwhile teenage daughters were known to invest heavily in the latter, most of which because of the felting were in sizes too small for average sized consumption.

With a careless disregard as to the layers of clothes we wore, His Lordship and I were out on the prowl in the sunshine this morning following a night of wind which roared through the branches of the old trees like a train rushing through a station.
As we passed the local Armstrong's in the student quarter we went in out of curiosity. The visual impact was overwhelming, from bowler hats to beads, kilts to dresses, and jackets to jerseys.
It would be interesting to imagine oneself back in a youthful teenage body and have the latitude of today's fashion to dress in funky clothing and be original.

My teenage years were spent when teenagers didn't exist. For the purpose of dress, you were either a child, or you were a grown up and dressed like your parents. It was unthinkable to wear trousers, although eventually my mother made me a pair for wearing on a cycling holiday, otherwise it was definitely a time of skirts and twinsets with maybe a string of pearls thrown in.
Nowadays I don't own a skirt at all. Reaction.