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…
For years I avoided beige like it was the clothing version of speaking up at a dinner party. Boring, unassuming, it whispered of people who don’t want to offend by…
For a long time I thought beige was the aural equivalent of a shrug. Nothing says “I don’t care” like beige. When my flatmate Priya saw me trying one on…
I scrolled through three saved searches of me trying to find a specific Chloé bag last night, because lets face it when it comes to internet shopping nothing gets you…
I bought my first real trench coat in 2019, after a woman at the till in a Leeds shopping centre told me it would “elongate” me. I am five foot…
Brown shoes have been given a bad reputation. Ask the average person what you pair brown shoes with and they’ll probably say “smart casual”, they’re the shoe you wear with…
For two years I swore I hated beige denim. It took me that long to realise beige denim is not khaki that’s given up. Insane, I know. But hear me…
Tan is hard to get right in a mini dress; it hugs the body so closely that any textureless fabric feels cheap as soon as you put it on. Ones…
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…
Someone once told me that if you’re under five foot four you should “steer well clear” of any boots above mid calf, because they’ll “cut the leg in half and…