Overalls. I seem to have been very fond of a red corduroy pair I wore when I was living in Sweden as a kid. I also seemed to favour a navy blue pair a couple of years down the track. Worn with a white skivvy, white socks and navy Mary Janes.
Dressing myself. Apparently even when I struggled to put something on I still wouldn't let anyone help me, I just had to do it on my own. I remember doing through a hating skirts and dresses phase and only wearing pants.
Pigtails, plaits and braids. I remember one morning when I was 5 or 6, Mum wasn't home and Dad had to do my hair for school and he tried to do a ponytail and I screamed like a banshee because he accidentally pulled my hair too tight and left bumps up the top.
Red and pink
Ballerina outfit that I wore when I did ballet. I didn't need anything other than a leotard, shoes and tights for class but I insisted on having a light pink wrap and a pink tutu, all put in my Hello Kitty "bus" bag.
My red beret and scottie dog scarf
My mum's black leather booties and tan leather knee high boots
My mum's jewellery - I still wear some of it
My mum had a pink sweater with tiny white spots and I remember thinking it was the prettiest thing I had ever seen and just taking it out of the drawer and staring at it.
My dad's clogs. They were far too big for me for years but they fit me now and I use them mainly for pottering outside.