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Now that I’m a sensible, grown-up lady of 36, one of my favourite things about the summer is hanging the washing outside to dry. You just can’t replicate that breezy, freshly-laundered scent and feeling, no…
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I’ve never believed in keeping clothes for “good”. Tulle on Tuesdays. Flower crown Fridays. Eyeshadow which matches my hair streaks which match my glasses frame which matches my underwear. The compliments are nice (well, not…
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There’s no getting away from it: with two weeks to go until I turn 35, I am now officially in my mid-30s. You know what, though? I’m pretty much exactly where I want to be.…
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Now, I can guess what you’re thinking: Lis, you live in near as damn it the centre of Glasgow. What on earth do you need a sailing jacket for? To which I would respond, well,…
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Guys, I’m almost thirty-four years old. Two weeks tomorrow, I feel as though it will finally be acceptable to refer to myself as “in my mid-30s” in even my mother’s company. It’s not something I…
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When George at Asda challenged me to spent a week “mixing up my #styleYOUniform”, I figured it was hardly a challenge at all. One week, no jeans… when you work for a big law firm?…
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It’s 2nd June! Or it will be when you’re reading this. This means: a) my love and I are on our way to London to see THE MOTHERFUDGING REPLACEMENTS; b) it’s one week until my…
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Let’s take a pot-shot at the elephant in the room first, shall we: of course the concept of “festival fashion” is incredibly annoying,as is demonstrated by the fact that every Google hit for the term…
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Arctic temperatures, they’re saying now. I know carping about the weather is one of Scotland’s favourite national pastimes, but the past couple of weeks have seen more ups and downs than an episode of River…
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