JONES
There’s a photo on Facebook of my wife wearing one of my favourite jumpers. Underneath, the comments read, “Did you steal one of the seat covers from the Bakerloo line?”, “That’s a nice thick knit, grandma”, and “It’s not mine, it’s Olivia’s!” I have been mocked mercilessly for this jumper but still, I love it. I bought it online, second-hand, and to me, it’s like a rescue dog, picked out of the line-up and repurposed under the brand of “vintage”, giving it a new lease of life. I wear it with a smug face, sure that I have ultimately saved it from the scrapheap which so many of our clothes end up on.