The reason I started this style journey...

One thing to know about me is that I will always be honest with you. I am a general over-sharer anyway, and for that I will not apologise (even if I will for almost everything else 😉), but it means I tend to tell the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth, even if it potentially damages my ‘reputation’ or breaks any illusions that insta ready images create.

And the truth is, four years ago I had a mini break-down. I cried every day, other times I felt numb inside, I could not breathe, I felt lost, I felt hopeless. Thankfully, a year or so of counselling, lots of self-help and a bucket load of drugs, and I came back from the brink. The reasons it became that bad in the first place is a long story with twists and turns – one I’ll happily share along the way, but if I were to sum it up in a nutshell – I simply lost myself.

To rebuild, I needed to think about who I was at the core and get in touch with what made me happy when I was young. One of those things was fashion. I remember for hours I would sketch dresses, absorb magazines, I used to love planning my outfits and going shopping for clothes. However, I was a shy, insecure kid. I did not have the courage to explore styles, I did not always have the confidence to wear the things I wanted to. Now I am 40 – and after years of wearing a uniform (student, ambitious graduate, businesswomen, mother) I suddenly feel free to explore ideas, dreams, preferences that I never felt I could before.

So here I am, starting in a new career like a 9-year-old with her first Fashion Wheel game. Ready to be myself, ready to have fun with clothes, ready to help other women shed their uniforms and dress for themselves. Ready for you…