Dresses

I spent about three years thinking a black long sleeve dress was a cop out. The safe choice. The thing you wear when you can’t be bothered to have an…

I used to think black lace was a nighttime thing only, something you wheeled out for a leaving do and immediately regretted under strip lighting at 11pm. Wrong opinion, held…

I used to think a black party dress was a cop out. The safe choice, the “I couldn’t decide so I panicked at 6pm” choice. I held that opinion for…

I spent an entire summer avoiding balloon sleeves because of one wedding in 2019 where I looked like I was about to present the weather. The proportions were wrong, the…

I said for years that polka dots were a costume, not a print. There’s a version of this dress that turns up at every summer wedding looking like it wandered…

I spent about four years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of a shrug. A non decision. The thing you wore when you couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion…

I spent about three years thinking beige on a dress meant “hasn’t decided what colour it wants to be yet.” Cowardly, apologetic, the sort of thing you wear when you’ve…