I find the transition from summer to autumn particularly tough. I've realised it has less to do with the change in weather and more to do with the change in pace.

Summer is pure pleasure. And whilst I look forward to welcoming my focus back come September, I don't appreciate all the things that come with it, the school playground, routine over rhythm, the time constraints, the hustle and bustle of juggling. The seriousness and the rules - especially these!

There comes a point where dressing becomes quieter. It becomes less about where you are going or who you'll be with, and more about the way it carries you through the day. How you experience it. How your nervous system responds. How your body feels inside the clothes on your back.

It takes practice to recognise when something inside us has been inspired. At first, the difference between inspiration and impulse can feel almost indistinguishable.The difference is that inspiration is realised through your own lens, an awakening of something already present within you.

There are certain pieces I wear that make me smile. Not because they're particularly noteworthy, but because they feel familiar. Familiar in a way that spans years, often decades. I can see a thread running through every version of myself. Through childhood, into my teens, and onwards into adulthood. Subtle threads, woven unconsciously over time, creating a fabric entirely of their own.