If you’re anything like me, you’ve been warm-weather ready since January.
The cuffs are rolled, solero… on standby.
And if non-crease separates and a bucket load of denim count as a capsule wardrobe, I’ve completed my summer mission. Considering the Liz Hurley whites aren’t really my thing, little-white-mini’s making me rethink my sartorial faith. Maybe white denim isn’t the devil after all?