I used to have a funny relationship with leopard print. I just wasn’t sure that I was a leopard print kind of a person. Then I got a pair of leopard stiletto shoes, and things just snowballed from there. I mean, there’s still not huge amounts of leopard in my wardrobe, I could certainly fit

For years I was very lacking in Summer Skirts. I was deeply dedicated to buying as many dresses as I could. I still think dresses are an easy one-stop option that makes people think you made an effort, but skirts have found a new place in my heart. Part of this was I discovered the

Do you remember bodies? Not like, actual bodies, we all have those. I’m talking a bodysuit. Those things like swimsuits with poppers at the crotch that we all wore in the 90s. I have some disturbing memories of bodysuits. I remember not being able to get the poppers done up in the bathroom, and I

I suddenly realised I’ve been in my house 5 years. 5 years, and I still feel like we just moved in. We put in a gorgeous new fireplace and did some big ish work like moving the back door to give us a bigger kitchen space. Then we just kind of stopped. The kitchen is

Well, how about that weather, huh? I hate to be so terribly British (no I don’t, not really) but I can’t start writing this blog post without mentioning that it was TWENTY TWO FRICKING DEGREES yesterday. If I didn’t mention it then this outfit might seem a little out of place in early April. A

Easter gifts for Grown Ups are tough to buy. Easter is a pastel coloured, chocolate filled dream when you’re 5. By the time you’re 35 you’ve figured out you get a lot more chocolate if you just buy a family sized bar. Not that that means I don’t love an Easter Egg, especially one that

I’m not frightened of a cliche. I don’t wear a lot of pink, or pastels, but tell me it’s Spring and everything I have comes out of my wardrobe immediately. Actually, somewhat typically, on the morning I decided to wear all these spring pastels and take some photos, the glorious sunshine we’ve been having decided

For some people Spring means floral frocks. I prefer gingham dresses. Gingham is a weird word. Say it over and over in your head and it starts to sound really weird. Ging-Ham. Ging-ham. See. As a fabric though, I think it’s kinda cute. I like the big chunky ginghams and the small understated gingham. Gingham

Ah, changeable Spring weather. One day it’s all Summer frocks and sandals, the next it’s scarves and jumpers. The unpredictability of the weather at this time of year is particularly evident since the invention of Time Hop. Each morning I scroll back through posts featuring blue skies and sunshine, sitting next to posts of me