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…
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 convinced that a black ankle boot for the office had to mean something stiff and vaguely orthopaedic, the kind of boot that looks like it’s…
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 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…
There’s a very particular kind of black knee high boot that earns its place on a weekend rota, and it’s rarely the one that looks best standing still. The good…