Growing up with 2 sisters, we always managed to avoid wearing the same clothes. Luckily, aside from the fact that the two of them were gymnasts and I was a chubby bubby, we had very different tastes in clothes. In fact it’s not until the last couple of years that Jod started raiding my wardrobe.
So how strange that for the last 2 days, without any planning at all, my French colleague and I have worn similar outfits? – yesterday we both had maroon skirts (mine a dress) and black jumpers and today purple and black… It’s slightly uncanny.