Disclaimer: I’m terrible on Monday mornings. I wake up feeling like a dead slug and get dressed while moving my lips in silent aggression toward my closet. I’ve been told…
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…
Full disclosure: I’m a lifelong little black dress devotee. So much so that last summer I experienced a dressing room epiphany after realising something quite tragic while searching for an…
My Mum always knows how to make everything she wears look expensive. She’s not rich; far from it. We grew up in a rented terrace in Manchester, with Mum working…
Fair warning: I know exactly when I lost all credibility as a sane person. It was around 9AM on this past Tuesday when I was getting dressed for my day…
It’s a Tuesday morning at 7:28 am. I’m standing in my underwear before my closet contemplating what I’ll wear to work that day. For the first time in my life,…
Okay so I was at dinner party slash tacos and wine at my friend Jess’s place but we’re going with dinner party because it felt fancy enough that we used…
I was in Target last Tuesday. Trying on jeans. As I was standing in one of those awful fluorescent Target changing room mirrors, I looked at myself and thought I…
Hi guys, so I have a story for you about maybe the most shameful thing I’ve worn in recent history. And trust me when I say that I’ve worn some…
Here’s the thing: I’ve spent years trying to understand why French girls always look cool and put-together, while I’ve never been able to replicate their style. OK, let’s be real:…