“I love you in that dress!” my best friend declared as we embraced and air kissed our way into an old school mate’s 30th birthday party. “Aw, thanks, love” I smiled, “but I’m afraid this might be it’s last night out – it’s gone from awesome to totally flawsome. See the run? I caught my bracelet on my sleeve!” I was in a state. One sleeve was now sadly decorated with a fraying ladder. Damn that bracelet. And damn my favourite dress for breaking up with me.