There is undoubtedly a direct correlation between the kind of 'fashionite' you are and the first section of any etailer that you're drawn to. I experience this daily, browsing the 'New In' sections of the shopping sites I frequent, as my eyes are forwarded to 'shoes'. So I guess I'm...

I am very bad at painting my nails. As far as I can tell, painting the dominant hand with the non-dominant hand is as tricky as finding the perfect lipstick, jean or bobble hat, all tasks I wouldn't wish on an enemy. But I am particularly inept. My hands shake,...

Hands up who has bared a naked leg this week. I have! The sun was back from maternity leave for a couple of days and bathed London in glorious sunlight. I am perpetually optimistic regarding mother nature's attention to the weather. An endless winter of ankle boots and tights has...

Ashley Williams would go to a wedding every weekend, if she could. "If you dress happy, you feel happy!" she says, when I ask if fashion needs an injection of fun. And it does. Amongst the squeaky vinyl and vixen red and black of fashion's rebel girl, Williams, Fashion East's...

As regular readers will know, I am not a rock chick. The closest thing to biker-babe I own is a vintage caramel suede jacket with a distressed - now-holey - lining that my mum bought me years ago, and that I had to be persuaded into loving.

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Pastels and spring have a mundane, predictable relationship. In a similar vein to the floral prints for spring's sister non-surprise, designers are naturally drawn back to soft unicorn colours - those to brighten and lighten the April skies.

When it comes to cultivating the candy cane into your daily wear,...

My favourite thing to wear right now? A trusty pair of Topshop jeans, a sumptuous - although initially leaky - navy, not black. They're running a very close race with a certain spotted pinafore I've barely parted with.

Since my recent hair cut, instead of dressing up - as...

Just when spring was all worked out - the standard pastel highlight, floral punches and the really good demi-heel - there remains a difficulty. Monochrome. In my youthful orchestra-playing experience, black and white worn together dictates a look that screams 'catering staff', and that's something I'd never wish on anyone....

My favourite colour is green. I have spent the best part of four years collecting - not entirely on purpose - exquisite green items. My study is a pastel sea green, my favourite - and now famous - COS coat is a royal hunter green; my favourite boots a sumptuous...

The handbag is a very special thing. The perfect leather is required for the job at hand, the size an art to perfect, and the fastening is nothing but the third stage of precision difficulty on the path of handbag Eden. A question of pockets is high in my mind,...

I am not very good at being sexy. And that's just as well, as this season is not about traditional sexiness. It's about the no-sex sexy.

Frankly, it's perfectly exhausting being all done up, all the time. It takes a lot of effort, effort that I don't usually possess. Much...

Last week I wore trainers. For those lucky people that have experienced my incredible running prowess or seen me post-workout, this won't necessarily be surprising. To those in a professional context, I'd hazard this as unheard of. I 'don't do' trainers. I have been indoctrinated by the notion that a...

Cheerleader bow (Chanel) in hair, glitter-flecked eyes (Mac) here, and a perfect manicure courtesy of Sabrina at MW Nails there, I am the picture of kitsch circa 2006. You're only young once, right? Besides rifling through my rediscovered dressing up box, I am a firm believer in making things happen...

The elegant wooden floored balconies of Liberty have been home to many a lust affair. The metal racks and rails are so filled with temptation, with every surface covered with items so covetable, that entering the mock-Tudor fronted establishment is more of a five star challenge in self-restraint.  A sunny...

In this era of peacock dressing, where designers must display the very pinnacle of creativity or be doomed for the sample sale rail, the shoe has risen to the challenge. This season particularises the shoe: while Marc Jacobs' Sixties graphic contrast sailed down the escalators, Saint Laurent showed fifty shades...

NEWSFLASH: florals for spring! Are you as underwhelmed as I? Mrs Priestly asked the immortal question in 2006's The Devil Wears Prada, conditioning thousands of aspiring fashionistas to take that note by rote.

Each season there's that one thing we all aspire to own, wear and cherish. This season, white...

The sartorial cupid's arrow is a hard hitter. A couple of weeks ago, I fell head-over-demi-heels in love with a neatly wrapped parcel under the Christmas tree. A transparent indigo clutch in the ideal day to night size made up my first piece of the perspex puzzle. It actually generates...

It's that time of year where I start to see everything through rose-tinted spectacles. Upon the dawn of a new year and its associated resolutions - those that you'll knowingly keep, and those so futile they should have never been made - January is hopeful, inviting and fresh... at least,...

Sunday morning and the three-stop southbound journey from London Victoria to Stockwell is largely unremarkable. Those present, engrossed in their daily newspapers or quietly nattering to neighbours, are dulled to the journey south of the river.

Step out from the black of the busy Northern line interchange to colourful murals...

Recently, and very concerningly, I've read a series of articles damning Christmas jumpers. Sitting writing in my very own red knitted number, I am outraged. What kind of person do you have to be to actively dislike Christmas jumpers? My housemate and I bought ours together this year. Hers, a...