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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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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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