Inheriting a priceless vintage clothing collection containing more than three thousand pieces sounds like every woman’s dream come true.
But all I could think after my American godmother Doris Darnell told me her invaluable legacy was on its way across the world to me was: ‘What on earth am I going to do with it?’
Doris’s collection had been a lifetime labour of love for her, more precious than any treasure I knew of, and she had chosen me as custodian. I was simply overwhelmed.
That is, until the first box arrived at my home in the Blue Mountains. I peeled back the packing tape, pushed aside layers of...