Why British Beach Days Require a Survival Pack (And How to Look Decent While Freezing)
You know what my most vivid British beach memory is? It’s not some Instagram-worthy moment of golden sand and sunshine. It’s me at age eight on a family trip to…
You know what my most vivid British beach memory is? It’s not some Instagram-worthy moment of golden sand and sunshine. It’s me at age eight on a family trip to…
I’ve been thinking about Topshop a lot lately, which feels ridiculous since I work in finance and should probably have more pressing concerns than the collapse of a British retailer.…
I’ll never forget the mortification of stepping out of the car at my first proper countryside weekend, looking down at my spotless white Allbirds, then looking up at everyone else’s…
You know what I love about British beach holidays? The sheer bloody-minded optimism of it all. Every single time I pack for a coastal trip, I find myself throwing the…
I was fourteen when I first understood the specific type of mortification that only a department store beauty counter can deliver. My mum had dragged me to House of Fraser…
Okay, so I need to come clean about something embarrassing. Until about a year ago, I was that person who packed like I was moving to a new country every…
You know that feeling when you check the weather app and it’s basically useless? Yesterday it said 45 degrees and partly cloudy. What it didn’t mention was the random hailstorm…
My relationship with expensive clothes started with a moment of complete financial irresponsibility at age 27. I was standing in a Patagonia store in Portland, staring at a wool coat…
You know that moment when summer officially gives up the ghost and you’re suddenly standing outside in what feels like a completely different climate zone? Yeah, that happened to me…
God, I still cringe thinking about my first proper afternoon tea experience. Picture this: me at 25, dressed like I was auditioning for a Jane Austen adaptation, complete with –…