I bought a green dress. To clarify, I bought a green dress in Cos, a shop I have recently become addicted to, forsaking all other shops. The only reas(...)

I don’t know what the daily war looks like in your house, but in my house at the moment it is being fought on the frontline of surfaces and the stuff (...)

When I was a teenager I waitressed at fancy house parties. I had to wear a white shirt and a black pencil skirt and sometimes I’d add a swipe of frost(...)

There is a guest waiting area at BBC Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour but I can’t sit down in any of the comfy looking chairs because I am afraid if I do my tig(...)

Block colours. Beautiful cuts. Classic yet cool. Clothes it’s clear a warehouse full of thought had gone into. Clothes for Every Woman, everywhere my eyes landed.

I spent the guts of an hour talking about Tiger, the discerning person’s pound shop, with a group of women recently. It was one of those meandering(...)

 If there is one thing Queenie likes it is her daily dose of Deal or No Deal.

People keep asking me about Queenie. “How is Queenie?” they keep saying as though she is their long lost friend. “Why have you not written about her f(...)

On Saturday mornings I drop my daughters to music class. The class takes place near an Italian cafe where other parents sit alone sipping coffee waiti(...)

Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan in the film of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’: The reviews say the film is less terrible than the book. That’s still pretty awful though.

1 It’s not that I’m prudish but . . . 2 Okay, maybe I’m a little bit prudish. 3 Ever since The Fall I’ve been terrified of Jamie Dornan. (...)

As British beauty writer Sali Hughes puts it in her excellent book Pretty Honest: “While a man with an interest in football, wine, Formula 1 or even paintballing would never see his intelligence called into question, a woman with an interest in surface is perceived to have no depth.”

Look away now anybody who thinks make-up is not the least bit important and does not want to read about it here. Seriously, hop it. Where should yo(...)

I’ve been on a bit of an archaeological dig lately, excavating the contact list on my phone. It’s been years since I’ve done a proper stocktake. Turns(...)