The year was 1979. The month September. The event - a dinner at family friends for no good reason.
My grandmother, Grandma Mart, had just sent us some new clothes. She was an excessively cool grandmother and often spoilt us, her only grandchildren "just because".
Amongst the treasures she had procured was an outfit I fell in love with. It was red. It was textured. There were puffy long pants elasticised top and bottom. There was a long sleeved top with elastic at the wrists and a tie at the neck. It was stylish. It was mine - and I wore it with pride.
When we arrived at the friend's house for dinner, one of my best friends, W, took one look and asked "why are you wearing pyjamas?"
I have never forgotten the lessons.
I should always doubt my taste.
I should not try to set trends.
Lingerie is not a foreign word for stylishly beautiful.