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You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye...

I have many times lamented the fact that when living in rural Southern England, my sartorial choices are limited. There is always the mud an...

Palm trees vs normcore...

Whilst in an attempt to persuade my husband that we need to cover a single wall of our house with tropical palm tree wallpaper, he patiently...

Growing up...

I had a lovely birthday - thank you for all of the well wishes. 41; so far so good. I have a weekend of kid's sporting fixtures to logis...

Down dog...

During yoga, whilst we were down dog, my mind kept wandering off. I had a good, busy weekend, a heady combo of driving around and staying ho...

In search of perfect....

Wouldn't it be lovely to be one of the beautiful people? I am fascinated by how they dress, the set of sartorial choices they make each ...

Thoughts on Amsterdam...

So, my best friend Dawn is married to a Dutchman. She is Boo's Godmother and one of my most trusted confidantes. When it became clear th...

Muggles...

I've been doing that thing; I do it every season, where I look at my wardrobe and reevaluate it, shift it around, relocate it from every...

Rain, wool, Lena and I...

So on Monday, it rained and rained all day in some sort of Armageddon fashion and there seemed nothing to do but light the fire and sit stil...

Distractions...

Each new season I tell myself I don't need any new clothes. Then the weather turns and I go into just one shop and I am awash with lust ...

Bite your lip...

I've held a long established association that silk is something that grown ups wear. I don't know what furnished this; possibly memo...

Baby steps...

Yea, so we went to see One Direction. Think 7 hours in the car and 90,000 screaming girls. It was an interesting evening. But they were so g...

Let's talk it out...

I have concluded that key moments in my life are defined by outfits. I have an uncanny recollection of what I (and everyone else) wore at ce...

Observing life...

What to say? I have ahead a week of being in my son's company as he has broken up from school before his sister. I love these times as f...

The style issue...

I have decided that the style issue is not what to wear but whether what you wear matches your life. I see a myriad of pictures on Pinterest...

City girls...

I spent yesterday in London; as ever, struck by the metropolis that is our capital. On the tube I spied two girls who looked like they had f...

My wanting of nice things and kindness...

I go through stages (often documented here) of switching between deep and meaningful and ridiculously shallow. Sometimes it shocks me the su...

Style and algorithms...

So a few months ago, all of a sudden I started to get thousands of Pinterest notifications. Overnight, I was picking up new Pinterest follow...

Forwards not backwards...

Oh so much time to think - for me a blessing and a curse! I can almost watch my thoughts march in and out of my addled brain; I sometimes wi...

My so called life...

The acid test for how motivated I am feeling seems inextricably linked to whether I can be bothered to sort out my house. I wake most mornin...

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