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When people ask me what I imagine myself to be like when in ten years, I imagine myself to be very much so the same. Maybe not so much the same demeanour, hair cut and 16-year-old girl features (if so, I won’t complain), but the “same” in the sense that my wardrobe will still consist of pieces that I’ve made a conscious effort to invest in for the past few years. I mean, who wouldn’t want a coat decorated with pom poms for the rest of their life?