When I was little, getting dressed up was one of my favourite things to do. My friend Alexandra and I used to spend hours in her Mum’s cupboard, trying on taffeta tops and satin puffballs. My father’s wife had so many fun, sparkly things to try on, also –– sequined tube tops and organza harem pants, pearls, feathers and chunky, gold jewels. The French family that lived next door was big on fancy dress. Georgina, the five-year-old, had a massive wooden box filled to the brim with tutus, smocked dresses, velvet capes and tiaras, galore. We spent our afternoons rehearsing plays and performing for our Mums in the rose pink living room. My kids love to get dressed up. Come to think of it, I still do, too.