in my wardrobe. A pair of cargo trousers and a 50s-style cardigan made of the softest cuddliest t-shirt fabric in a beautiful lavender blue. I used to wear them together in the mid nineties and show off a flat stomach. I no longer dare. And England is cold (said the honorary Canadian). In Canada, I went to high school and university. Long-sleeve t shirts and rollnecks abounded. And jumpers. The onion method of dressing ruled. Some had long enough sleeves and bodies, most did not. I started to take note of things that didn't fit me, and gravitate towards anything that had a clipping mechanism below the crotch. Those are guaranteed to stay tucked in! More than a decade later I moved back to Greece for a short while. I didn't really shop there. Everything was too short. I only walked into Zara and Benetton. Eventually, I stopped shopping at Benetton too. They make clothes for midgets children. Honestly, it was 2007, I was nearly 30, and I like preppy clothes, but showing off my midriff is NOT on my fashion wishlist. Benetton, despite its decent quality and colours, needs to revisit its fabric usage policy. A few more inches wouldn't go amiss. Then I moved to England. One day, in Hammersmith, I found this shop called Primark which had all sorts of pretty comfy things at incredibly cheap prices. I was unfamiliar with fast fashion. I bought quite a few things. Including an ill-advised pair of high heeled shoes