The thrill of finding something old and special at the very bottom of your wardrobe/cupboard/draw is often as much as the thrill of a new purchase.  I completely forgot about the spectacular gem that is my lovely pom pom scarf.  After a big wintery woolly clear out/heave ho, it was gazing up at me amongst the jumble of red mitten (i have yet to find its partner in finger warming crime), berets, bobble hats and general wintery paraphernalia.  I instantly wrapped it around my shoulders - i was wearing my pyjamas at the time.  

I don't recolle…