When my beloved oldest granddaughter was five I was recruited to accompany her on a day out to the museum with her kindergarten class. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs impatiently encouraging her to come along because we didn't want to be late when she sashayed down in sparkly jelly 'heels', striped tights, blue frilled dress topped by a leopard coat and embellished by a feather boa. I think the boa might have been red. She's always had a certain style and she's never grown out of it. I can never wait to see what she'll turn up in next.