A cross-examination of my closet reveals some startling evidence.
Namely, a heavy peppering of the white stuff.
Clearly, any denim in the entourage gets a free pass for spring – she’s expected. But the endless white shirts and shift-dresses rubbing shoulders in my closet are unexplainable.
And it’s a myth that I actively enjoy wearing white, my bedsheets bare testament to a life long commitment to holiday skin.
Yep, that sun-kissed glow is faux.
But ever since white on white lit up the cat-walk, I sort of feel this is my time to pop that track on repeat and play her whilst she’s hot.
And a reality check that I really need to buddy up with a dry-cleaner.
L x
Shoes by A + Em London from a selection at Wolf & Badger