I spent seven years learning festival fashion the hard way so you don’t have to
My first British festival was a masterclass in how to dress for a weekend in the mud. Think of this nightmare: white linen pants (i know!), silk cami (which instantly…
My first British festival was a masterclass in how to dress for a weekend in the mud. Think of this nightmare: white linen pants (i know!), silk cami (which instantly…
Okay, I am completely aware of how ridiculous this is, but I spent the last week only in Boden clothing. While it was not a life changing experience, it was…
Although I'm the first to admit that I’m not the best at understanding the type of mortification that only a department store beauty counter can provide; I remember the first…
Bank holiday weekends used to really freak me out. It’s not the crowds, or the pressure to find things to do. It’s just that for someone who tries to follow…
It is interesting to watch British people pack for beach trips. Every time I pack for a beach trip, I find myself adding the most bizarre assortment of items to…
You know that feeling when summer says goodbye, and you’re standing outside in what seems like an entirely new climate? Yeah, that happened to me recently. One day I’m whining…
I have to admit, I'm embarrassed. I’ve become that person. You know, the ones that cheque the George at Asda app frantically, drive to different stores like they’re searching for…
The secret is to pick items that are super functional and can pull double duty. Every item you take needs to work with everything else. Think of it like graphic…
The secret is to pick items that are super functional and can pull double duty. Every item you take needs to work with everything else. Think of it like graphic…
I am conducting perhaps the most outrageous fashion experiment of my adult life and my credit card statement is proof. In the past four weeks, I’ve spent $580.47 on black…
I will never forget that moment of utter embarrassment when I stepped out of the car on my first country weekend wearing my sparkling clean white AllBirds and looked around…
I’m still mortified about my first proper afternoon tea experience. I picture myself then — 25 years old, looking like I was auditioning for a Jane Austen movie, and sporting…