two birds one stone

My mother and I are opposites.
She ruthlessly disposes of any items which are not of any worth or use, while I sentimentally store away everything from ancient birthdays cards to clothes labels, just incase I suddenly need them in the future. Almost every item of clothing from her past has been long since discarded, leaving me pouring over rare photo albums, after jackets, jumpers, her wedding dress, and various other items which were cut before I had the opportunity to inherit them.

You can imagine, then, my excitement at finding something that had survived; tucked away in a far-forgotten corner of the attic was this tartan treasure.

My Grandma's floorlength-intended kilt hit an awkward mid-calf length on me, so I chopped fifteen inches off the bottom to make it into a scarf and mini skirt.

Two new thingy-ma-bobs for nothing - score.
Side effect= I'm very pleased with myself.