My flatmate Priya checked me against the kitchen doorframe last December where we’ve peggoted pencilled height marks since we moved in, and my line was an entire inch higher than…
My friend Nadia has joggers so tight that they’re basically leggings with a drawstring cuffed so tightly at the ankle they suction-seal to her calves. My friend Ben has joggers…
I used to think loafers were the sensible shoe. You know the one. The loafers. The thing you wear when you’ve stopped trying to pretend your legs go anywhere near…
The second you realise you’re wearing your puffer jacket to a restaurant because it’s the nicest thing in your wardrobe that’ll keep you warm enough standing outside in is the…
I realised I had seven identical tote bags at home when I spent fifteen minutes next to my front door last Tuesday assessing my collection before choosing one to carry…
I was digging through a drawer looking for a charging cable that actually works with my phone right now, rather than one of the four dead phones I’m apparently keeping…
Floral has a reputation problem, and most of the time it’s a fair one. Too many prints are small, safe, and forgettable, the kind of thing that fills a rail…
Let me start by saying that I never thought I’d become a girl with opinions about maternity jean waistbands. Like, ever. But at 7 months pregnant and still striving to…
I was getting dressed after work last Tuesday in the Nordstrom fitting room trying on, what I can only assume was the fifteenth winter coat of the season when I…
I still remember buying them. I was nineteen years old and buying my first “real” piece of clothing from a tiny boutique in Manchester. Black wide-leg trousers. £85. A huge…