My phone buzzed at 7: 23 am Thursday morning with a text from my younger sister Emma asking, “Madison are you more cottagecore or dark academia?” I had literally JUST…
I remember the moment that I knew I had stopped pretending that I lived in Milan and started embracing that I lived in Manchester. It was around lunchtime in mid-January.…
I’ll never forget the day I realised I’d been doing it all wrong. It was an average Wednesday evening sometime towards the end of last year and rather than heading…
I can distinctly remember when fashion finally began to make sense to me. I was shopping in a vintage store in Manchester and trying on a wool blazer that cost…
I was late to work seventeen times last year. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not particularly disorganised or bad at managing time – well not usually, anyway. My mum will…
Last autumn, I tried on a cashmere jumper in Selfridges. Actually, I didn’t just try it on – I spent ten minutes pacing around in front of a three-way mirror,…
Disclaimer: this article mentions wine. Wine I may or may not have purchased at Tesco Metro while doing a quick food shop in Clapham earlier today. Let me start this…
Look, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Amy, you do know that forming judgements about strangers based on their choice of handbag is incredibly middle class, technically racism, and makes you…
Last week I received one of those texts from a friend that makes you die inside a little bit. “BABE! Sarah is getting married and we’re doing a BIG hen…
When I first moved back to Eugene from Portland after three years of living in the Rose City, my mum looked me up and down at the train station and…