Brown Knit For Rich Days
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
I’ll never forget the day I realised that my wardrobe choices were making me look older. I was aimlessly scrolling through photos from my cousin’s wedding from the summer before…
You know how people get cold feet about buying satin slip dresses? Never been sure why. Satin shines just right, they skim in all the flattering places, and they solve…
I’ll admit that I didn’t think leggings were “for” me for the first 44 years of my life. Leggings felt too clingy, too athletic and lazy all at once. That…
Cream trousers always felt aspirational to me. Magazine spreads, sure. But never anything I’d realistically own. It wasn’t until I moved to Devon that I realised I’d been approaching them…
I once believed that white trainers were a thing for people with nothing better to do than worry about scuff marks. You know the type: people who don’t walk ten…
Half of last January was spent with wet feet because I refused to accept that my pair of “waterproof” ankle boots weren’t cut out for Edinburgh slush. Spoiler alert: they’re…
One thing I love about black vintage is that it has zero fucks to give about taking up space. There’s something about the bulk of a 1960s wool coat or…
A few years ago someone described my outfit as “surprisingly professional” because I was wearing a dress. It’s a compliment that has haunted me ever since. How does one look…
There’s something covetable about a pair of brown ankle boots. I don’t mean performative covetable; I can’t see you across the shop in mine. I’m talking about little luxuries like…