There's old theory in the villages of Ghana, which is no self respecting village girl should marry a man who can not afford to buy her a Singer sewing machine. There are a lot of married village girls in Ghana, armed with this data I decided fashion and manufacturing was probably the route to take and thus the LDNY Foundation was born.
First we wanted more representation for plus size women in modelling. Then we had plus size women 'reclaiming' the term. Then we had a nineties pop star say she disapproved of stores selling clothes in 'unhealthy' dress sizes. Now finally we have people saying we should drop the term 'plus size' altogether. Where will it all end?
If our clothes could talk though, those memories would reveal things we probably wouldn't ever be likely to forget. Friday 24 April is a day that hopes to reignite the public's interest in thinking about the provenance of our clothes; the stories which our clothes can never tell, the faces of the often faceless workforce.
When I got the call I exalted. I pranced around my boxy university room in Edinburgh totally joyous (this news also prompted one of the best high-fives I've ever received, but I digress). As I sank down into my spinny chair trying to stop shaking so that I may return to critically analysing Chaucer, a thought struck me; what the hell do I wear?
My styling of Justine Miliband turned her from "mouse to fashion maven" overnight (that was according to Liz Jones so I will take that!) Ed, on the other hand didn't like the shorter, sharper look that I gave him. Since I worked with him, his hair has gone all over the place - one minute its long, then short again...