Dresses

I said for years that skater dresses were a hen do uniform and nothing else, the kind of thing you wear once to a bottomless brunch and then quietly retire.…

I spent years thinking a high neck was a punishment. Something you wore because a wedding dress code demanded it, not because you wanted to. I was wrong, and I’ve…

I spent about six years thinking a black evening dress was what you wore when you’d run out of better ideas. My flatmate Priya once caught me in one at…

I spent three summers packing a suitcase full of white broderie anglaise for holidays and coming home having worn it twice, because white and sun cream and rosé do not…

I said for years that bodycon dresses were a young person’s game, strictly for those who could eat a single grape for lunch and call it a day. I was…

I told Priya for years that black to a summer wedding was basically wearing a full stop to someone’s happiest sentence. I was wrong, and I’ve had to sit with…

I spent about four years thinking I owned a proper black dress and actually owned a black dress that only worked if I stood still, didn’t sit down, and never…