I recently went to a friend’s house for a catch up and somewhere between coffee two and three, she mentioned that she felt like she’d totally lost her way with her personal style. I quickly glanced at my outfit and then hers – basically carbon copies of each other; white tee, straight blue jeans, Birkenstocks. Oh god, we’d lost it. The contrast between this and our younger years walking through the city’s Victorian arcades in our tailored trousers, cashmere knits and Italian leather brogues suddenly felt incredibly stark. This quick surge of panic triggered my brain to soften the blow with a comforting thought – maybe we’d just forgotten about it? Between buying houses, new jobs and having babies (not me) in lockdown, we’ve had fewer creative pennies in the jar and less time to focus on fashion. It’s been lower on our list, let’s say. But if I’m honest, I’m getting to the point where I’m tired of my Birkies – and by that I quite evidently don’t mean Birkins. Earlier this week,...
