My favourite hobby is kissing the Phoenix who unfortunately will never appear here as he's a bit shy.
So I can't show you pictures of me engaging in my favourite pastime but I can share my second favourite thing with you and that's playing IRL dress-ups.
Since my pledge, I've started to look at clothes in a different light.
I'll grab a random piece and tell it: "Your turn - now go find some mates you can play with today".
Like these gloves.
These rich purple, satin, super-long, 1960s gloves were given to me by my first boyfriend's mother when I was 18 - altogether now, aaawwwww.
She wore them to a British Army dinner and ball in the early 60s and she told me what a nerve-wracking experience it was as she wanted to make a good impression on her boyfriend and display her good manners and breeding;).
Ladies did not remove their long evening gloves during formal dinners, instead it was the done thing to tuck the "hands" back into the wrist on the top of the glove.
Except she tucked them in the wrong way around and didn't realise until the soup course was cleared that her gloves had been swimming in the stuff.
Never mind, she ended up marrying the bloke and as far as I know they're still happy today.
She never had a daughter and my reckless swanning about their country home in a black tutu didn't deter her from sharing many stories and more gloves.
Something as simple as a pair of gloves can have a story.
Isn't that the magical thing about collecting?
I've been a bit lazy and not fastened the pearly buttons on the wrists, but the gloves are seen here worn with Black Milk Great Wave leggings, green silk blouse and my trusty Docs.