Kilt

When sorting our bedroom stuff I found this, a kilt Chris bought for Betsy was she was about 18 months old and he went to Edinburgh for the weekend. She started to crawl when she was wearing it for the first time, she looked so sweet with the little pleats bobbing up,and down. Not long afterwards she learned to say the word, 'no' and never wore a skirt again. When sorting stuff out I came across my old Joseph cream leather jacket. Chris bought it for me years ago and it is still perfect - it's cut, colour, shape, all still just right. I will never wear it again and so gave it to Betsy. She looked great in it. It's a bit big but way closer in size than the kilt, sadly.