So I’m wandering around Whitstable last weekend – you know how it is, you say you’re going for the oysters but really you end up doing that thing where you…
The email popped up while I was eating cereal in my pajamas at 9 AM on a Tuesday, which is probably the least royal way possible to receive an invitation…
I was standing in the Zara dressing room last Tuesday, trying on what I thought might be the perfect white button-down, when I caught sight of myself in that brutal…
So this happened to me again last Tuesday. I’m standing in line at Blue Bottle (I know, I know, but their coffee actually doesn’t suck), wearing what I thought was…
Look, I need to tell you about my mum’s relationship with what she calls her “proper jumper.” It’s this navy blue crew neck thing that’s been hanging in her wardrobe…
The taxi driver caught my eye in his rearview mirror and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “First time in Newcastle, is it?” he asked, and I…
There’s a chair in my bedroom that’s basically given up its original purpose. You know the one – that piece of furniture that’s become a weird purgatory for clothes that…
Okay, I need to tell you about something mortifying that happened last week. I was rushing to get dressed for a work meeting, grabbed what I thought was my decent…
My mom texted me a photo last week that made me want to crawl under my desk and hide forever. There I am, age eleven, standing in our backyard in…
When I was maybe fourteen, my mom handed me this ancient copy of some etiquette manual she’d inherited from her aunt. The thing was literally falling apart, held together with…
Look, I’ll be the first to admit this whole thing started as kind of a joke. My friend Sarah was over last month, and we were doing our usual Thursday…
My first British festival was basically a masterclass in how not to dress for three days in a field. Picture this trainwreck: white linen trousers (I KNOW), a silky camisole…