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The last time I wore culottes was at school. I know. Seriously, what kind of school makes its pupils wear culottes? Well, mine did. It also made us wear white shirts with high, frilly collars and hideous, shapeless, blue blazers….
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So if you hadn’t already guessed, the seemingly random musings of our past are the back story to our future. Maybe it’s the sun. Or maybe it’s the fact that a tulip has opened up its perfect, brightly coloured petals…
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Our Danish heritage didn’t mean much to us when we were younger. Occasional garbled calls from mum to Copenhagen were incomprehensible to us but for the odd familiar word or one of our names followed by raucous laughter. Every Christmas,…
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February was wardrobe reboot month. Three bags: one for the bin, one for eBay and one for charity. As I dropped a couple of shoes into the charity bag I remembered the day Zoe and I discovered a high street…
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The pinnacle of my self-conscious years as a tall, gangly teenager can be brought down to one moment. It was the early 90s and I was home from school for a brief weekend of relaxation. My ever-helpful Mum had left…
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