b'FAREWELL, MY BEAUTIESBy November my wardrobe rails(and those of my entire family)were bowing under the weight of my collection. With a heavy heart I knew it was time to bid my pre-loved beauties a fond farewell.As sad as it was, my intention was always to sell off my wardrobe; they were only ever on loan as part of my campaign year, and I saw them as transient pieces. It was time for them to be passed through my hands into the hands of the next wearer, time for themtobeappreciatedandwornina different way, in a new life and helping to slow fashion down. With the help of a wonderful team from Cancer Research UK, a pop-up shop was created at my local hall, with rail upon rail on display. Browsers and press were invited to an afternoon pre-view, making notes of theirmusthaves.Thatevening,aftera stylishCRUKfashionshow,thedoors opened and the room was suddenly full of shoppers with attitude: a mesmerising sight, as armfuls of garments were piled up over outstretched arms and the queue for the till snaked around the room. How wonderful to see that although this was really just a room full of second-hand, discarded, rejected, unloved clothes, to this group of amazing shoppers they were new; they were must haves, they were exciting. They were being seen as I see them: as beautiful,wanted,caredfor,colourful wonders. Page 99'