My sister- in-law attempted to wear a waist trainer in my kitchen one October afternoon. She wore what she modestly described as “training gear” under a jumper and assured me…
Back in 2016, I bought my first bomber jacket because a mannequin in a Leeds shopping centre was wearing it with skinny jeans and looked like she’d just landed from…
“You look like some of us have jobs, Priya” is not a sentence you expect to hear twice. But there it was in my sister’s mouth as we stood by…
“It’s barbaric.” Nadia said. Glasses of Rioja in our hands, sitting opposite each other at Nadia’s kitchen table about this woman Nadia had seen through the window of a café…
One of my sister in laws sent me a photo earlier this summer. It was from a beer garden in July, her caption was “don’t judge me” and she was…
I wore Chelsea boots to a barbecue in July and my sister Fran gave me dirty looks with her eyes like I’d rocked up in a fur coat. “You’re joking,”…
For a long time I thought leather jackets and rain were cats and baths; designed solely to cause maximum agony to the living creature unfortunate enough to own them both.…
My friend Priya asked the question that started it all whilst we were stood in the queue at the coffee van outside her office. “Plain white t- shirt is a…
Declan and I were half way through a bottle of Malbec at Priya’s flat in November when things got heated. The argument, such as it was, was about nothing particularly…
My sister Priya was standing in my hallway last October, dressed and ready to leave for a birthday dinner, when she asked me to measure her. Not weigh. Measure. Like…