Author: carl

Blue ruched dresses do something most dresses in your rail can’t be bothered to do: they actually think about the body wearing them. Ruching isn’t just texture for the sake…

I spent about three years thinking brown was the colour you wore when you’d given up. Beige’s sadder cousin. Then I put one on for a lunch I couldn’t be…

I spent three years thinking pleats meant church. My nan had a navy pleated skirt she wore to every single family event between 1998 and her actual funeral, and I…

I spent about four years convinced bottle green was a colour for other people, the sort who wear actual outerwear and own umbrellas that match things. Then a green dress…

I used to think blue meant safe. Navy work dress, done, no thinking required. Then I bought a cobalt tiered thing for a wedding in 2019 and someone’s aunt told…

I spent a solid four years convinced blue wrap dresses were a bit naval, like I was about to inspect a fleet or open a garden fete. Then my colleague…

I spent three summers convinced blue shirt dresses were a cop out. The “I can’t decide what to wear so I’ll wear a shirt that goes to the floor” option.…