This morning, I buried my mother’s ashes at Bingley cemetery.
Now don’t worry – this blog is not going to be a dour missive, penned between racking sobs, tears cascading over my Dell keyboard.
It’s a tribute to an incredible woman whose love of clothing is probably one of the reasons why I got into tailoring in the first place.
Here she is, in all her glamorous, absolutely-fabulous glory.
Clothes were without doubt, one of her many passions, and her sense of style was undeniable.