When your boyfriend tells you that he wants you to meet his parents, it sends you into a mild panic. But if he adds “…they live in Kent”, your stomach…
I did not plan to be one of those people who cries over old clothes, but apparently I am. On Saturday morning I found myself getting a little teary in…
Okay, listen. When I first went to Portobello Market I came armed with way too many articles printed out and photocopied, eyedrowgenerously by harassed friends who understood the vintage shopping…
When my sister moved to Chicago a few years ago (eight years ago now? ), she surprised us by inviting my mum, cousin, and I to join her for her…
Okay so hear me out. This probably sounds super random but ever since I got that one TikTok comment, I’ve become totally obsessed with teachers’ work style. I was doing…
Last month I was waiting in the bathroom line at the Guthrie Theatre during intermission. You know, just getting ready to enjoy some cultural theatre called listening to other grown…
Disclaimer: I’m terrible on Monday mornings. I wake up feeling like a dead slug and get dressed while moving my lips in silent aggression toward my closet. I’ve been told…
I still remember buying them. I was nineteen years old and buying my first “real” piece of clothing from a tiny boutique in Manchester. Black wide-leg trousers. £85. A huge…
Full disclosure: I’m a lifelong little black dress devotee. So much so that last summer I experienced a dressing room epiphany after realising something quite tragic while searching for an…
Last spring, I was nursing an iced coffee in my local café near Marylebone. People-watching; as one does; when I overheard a conversation between two twentysomething women sitting at the…