Four little dolls, four numb bums, and a concrete catwalk...

They would always come to my house because we had the biggest garden. Excitedly they'd sit down with their bulging bags of clothes, eager to preview their latest 'Original' outfits (even back then labels mattered!) Oh I had originals too: there was the outfit she came in of course, and the odd bits and pieces my Mum could afford or that my friends didn't want. Mostly though my little bag consisted of clothes that Mum and Nan made for me. Just knitted stuff, nothing special.

Then one day Mum taught me how to knit, and soon I was making my own dolls' clothes. As my eagerness to be an adult grew so did my creations until eventually I was wearing them, and my beloved Sindy became a distant memory.

Oh, if only I'd known back then what 'Original' really meant...if only I still had those dolls' clothes today. Because now I am a Mum I realise that each and every one was priceless...they were made for ME!