I do remember one that I made for Christmas, it had loads of fabric in and puffed out, I felt like the Queen. Mum washed it and all the 'stuffing' out of it, it went all flat and not nice at all. Then there was the shirtwaister dress with a lurex thread through, that got a lot of wear.
The year before I had to give up hairdressing I went on a course to Germany part paid for by Wella. I have a photo of me somewhere holding up my colouring certificate. Every now and again it turns up when I have a sort out and I get waves of nostalgia (for my youth). Where has the flipping time gone?