I find it quite funny that that number of skirts I counted a while back, 278 to be precise has stuck with some people and when people come up to me to ask me about the blog, the first question that they ask is 'So is it true....278 skirts???'.  I say 'Yes...' but what I don't tell them is that the number is probably over 300 now despite me frantically giving away things to charity shops and clothing bins.  So as I got stuck into sorting out my dresses to hoist into those miserable plastic laundry bags, I didn't really think about counting them as I thought there's no way that I'd even top 50.  But as I rolled, folded and scrunched (I resorted to sitting on a suitcase at one point to zip it up....), actually the number did begin to creep up.  No, not that silly figure of 278 but a very modest 142 which has now been edited down.  I discovered things that I THOUGHT I had given away and after my very stringent editing process, I berated myself for having to give away Martin Margiela, really old Super Lovers, vintage Lanvin and other gems (or clearly not...) to the charity shops.  (By the by, I did think about selling some stuff on the blog and having a mighty fine £1 sale but I'm having to move faster than I thought which means no time to fanny around with hawking my tat online...).

Anyhow, I did come across some things that I really thought had gone kaput and as I packed, I tested out Outsapop's zipper collar on a number of Susie Bubble's ye olde dress dregs.  Not to say that the dresses are rancid or anything but they've seen better days and got more attention a while back.  A Topshop boutique dress that I wore to death, a Catherine Malandrino dress I bought and wore once, that Roland Mouret dress that I scooped in the best sample sale I've experienced,  a M&S 'IT' dress that was featured in all the mags and for some silly reason, I succumbed and bought it but ended up loathing it, a £2 Primark find that struck me as a little overly deconstructed coming from Primark, a vintage Laura Ashley dress that I shortened and a vintage car print dress that I bought in Singapore as the ONE vintage thing I found there three years ago... I suddenly got a little sniffy after I packed them all away.  Moving is an odd thing and looking at all of those things, I remembered how much love I professed for them at the time but then cast them aside rapidly.  Fashion schizophrenia has struck my wardrobe hard and I was facing that fact last night shaking my head and talking to myself like a deranged old biddy.  Still, the collar does give a different play to those dresses which I momentarily discarded and hopefully with a more efficient storage system, I won't have to be so harsh to the 131 dresses that I have still got...