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…
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 tricked myself into thinking I hated barrel leg jeans for nearly three years. Believed they were invented with one purpose in mind; to make otherwise fabulous individuals think they’ve…
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…
I was halfway through chewing someone’s homemade tagine when Fran’s boyfriend nudged him across the dinner table and said “weren’t those boots a bit… 2013?” and I nearly choked on…
My sister Freya said two words at a wedding we attended in October that have stuck with me ever since. I’d stepped into a pair of knee high boots with…
I spent about four years insisting black was the only sensible boot colour, on the grounds that it goes with everything, which is true, and also boring, which I refused…
I spent about four years buying boyfriend jeans a size too big because I thought that was the whole point of the name, and ended up looking like I’d borrowed…
I spent about four years convinced brown knee high boots were the boring cousin of black ones. The safe choice. The one your mum would pick. Then I wore a…