I Survived Royal Ascot on a Normal Person Budget (And You Can Too)
The email arrived while I was eating Coco Pops at my kitchen table in my pyjamas at 9am on a Tuesday morning. It was, objectively speaking, probably the least royal…
The email arrived while I was eating Coco Pops at my kitchen table in my pyjamas at 9am on a Tuesday morning. It was, objectively speaking, probably the least royal…
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…
In the years leading up to actually securing tickets to Wimbledon fortnight, I’d spent several queued up with wet thumbs waiting for ballot tickets that would actually give me a…
Last Tuesday morning I found myself; fashionably late for a client meeting; closet standing over a pile of clean laundry I’d been avoiding folding for three days. It was one…
Okay, before you write me off as the lamest millennial in existence (oh hey universe, I see you), let me just say that I’ve become absolutely OBSESSED with fashion/wardrobes on…
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…
It started because I was complaining about what my dad was saying about my clothes during dinner at his house last Christmas. Him: Why are you wearing that potato sack?…
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…
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…
I’ll never forget the moment I realised shirt dresses were life-changing. It was at my friend Emma’s garden party last summer and I’d arrived in what I thought was a…