Vintage

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…

 You know when you just want a quiet day on the beach and you end up rescuing an elderly couple from quicksand? No, just me? Let’s start from the beginning then. Manchester. England. The year is 2017. Sam (boyfriend), Vashka…

The ever-accelerating march onwards of seasons and micro seasons keeps the fashion industry churning. Each season (or each week if you’re ASOS and pals), we’re subjected to new styles, silhouettes, prints and cuts, rendering the ones we feel like we literally only…

In a somewhat unprecedented move, summer happened last weekend. Of course, it’s gone now and it’s only a matter of time before the Christmas adverts come on, but for one glorious 48 hour stretch, summer happened and it reminded us…

A few weeks ago, I had an absolute charity shop score. On an impromptu trip to my local Oxfam, I bagged a pair of vintage 501s, a jumper dress that’s perfect for layering over said jeans, a leopard print cardigan (something…

If I were the type of person to believe the universe provides us with what we need, I would believe it had provided me with this dress. It appeared to me in the window of & Other Stories; a soft,…

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s winter. Still. But, although we’re only just past the middle of the season, Mother Nature isn’t even really trying any more (I don’t blame her given the current state of affairs). The…

I have a complicated relationship with winter. Firstly, I despise being cold. I spend almost the entirety of winter wrapped in blankets, hunched over hot water bottles, saying “feel how cold my nose is” to my boyfriend. Secondly, I loathe…

Despite my best intentions, I haven’t yet formally declared my undying love for crochet on this blog. If I could, I would live out my days in a large yet not ostentatious, semi-minimal/semi-cosy loft, crocheting under a blanket with my…

The end of summer is a funny, conflicting time. As a hangover from my school and university days, I’m filled with both new season hope and new term dread. I’m plagued by nightmares of school exams yet eager for crisp…