The Beige Dresses Worth Your Money
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…
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…
I spent about three years thinking beige was what happened to a colour that gave up. Magnolia walls, hospital corridors, that one raincoat my mother had in 1998. Then I…
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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…