This was the second thing successfully found in a short ten-minute burst, the first being something I didn't know we had but which was exactly where I would have put it if I'd been the one to stow it away seventeen years ago. I'd been working around this fascinator in the crates in the garage every time I've looked for something else since we moved so could head straight to it when it was deemed suitable to join Nicky's wedding dress (and the wee sleeve bits she didn't use which had been in a box file in the loft along with the spare stationery) in a drop-off to the secondhand shop specialising in wedding dresses, following its retrieval from her parents' eaves and a rinse in my parent's bath.