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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 used to think halter necks were a summer holiday thing, one wear in Corfu and back in the drawer by September. Wrong opinion, held for about four years, and…

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…

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 used to think a corset dress meant surviving a wedding in something that dug into my ribs like it was punishing me for the prosecco. Wore one to a…