I’ve always loved an anklet. I have quite a few thrown in my jewellery drawer, which really isn’t a jewellery drawer at all but I don’t know what else to call it. You know the one I mean – it’s the drawer that holds random items like bangle, your child’s first tooth, foot cream, lavender pillow spray that’s never been used, a few crystals and the standard opened packs of ibuprofen and paracetamol for when the Margarita hangover kicks in. I spied my very first anklet when I was 10 years old. The year was 1975. Fashion was at its best, and I say that with my tongue firmly implanted in my cheek. It was summer and we were holidaying down the Coast.
