Personal Style

I’ve been thinking back on the last few months, about what’s been happening in fashion, what I’ve bought, indie makers setting up selling masks, and garment workers. The thing that ties them all together is value. At almost the very…

“I would wear them all the time,” I thought as my thumb hovered over the ‘add to cart’ button of a pair of £99 hot pink recycled cotton joggers to match a £124 hot pink recycled cotton hoodie. “I’d feel more pulled together, less scruffy,” I reasoned as…

Although last week’s post didn’t quite turn into the post I was planning, the main message was there, wrapped up somewhere in between the new world order under the CWM (you’ll just have to read it I’m afraid, no time…

Close your eyes (but then open them again in a minute because I want you to read the rest of this) and picture a minimalist. What do they look like? I’m guessing black tapered trousers, white Stan Smiths, a crisp…

A stand-out vintage find comes complete with a side order of bragging rights. A simple ‘oh, this? It’s vintage”, can dash the hopes of would-be copycats and elevate you to the status of fashion polymath. Yeah, you know your decades.…

Whenever I read major fashion blogs (which isn’t very often thinking about it), I’m plagued by one major question: “just how much fucking money do you have, woman?”. Of course, big name bloggers get plenty of freebies thrown their way…

Have you ever been shut in a metal box at 6am with over a hundred men who are three cans deep and giddy at the delights awaiting them on their respective stag dos? I have. It was my flight from…

Although I’m currently sat with what I’m sure are some of the last remnants of golden summer sunshine pouring through my office window, there was a distinct chill in the air at 8 o’clock this morning when we loaded Vashka…

Admitting that it was time to give in and get a rain coat felt like a dangerous step towards middle age. First you buy a raincoat, then you start classing a trip to the local garden centre as a solid…

On the 25th March of this year, I declared, ‘no more shopping for three months!‘.  I felt guilty and stressed and tired of the seemingly eternal search for that magical item that would ‘complete’ my wardrobe. I was shopped out…