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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 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 about three years thinking blue long sleeve dresses were a winter admission of defeat, the thing you wear when you’ve given up on the day and just need…

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 said for years that blue maxi dresses were the colour equivalent of ordering a safe salad when everyone else is having pudding. Fine, sensible, forgettable. I was wrong, and…

I spent about three years convinced blue skater dresses were a trap. Too sweet, too “am dram production of Grease,” too much swish for a body that just wants to…

I spent three summers convinced blue sleeveless dresses were a colour for other people, the sort who look sun kissed by April, and mine all made me look like I’d…