One day, it was as simple as looking in the mirror and not recognising the person looking back at me. The shift was subtle, but undeniable, something in my energy felt off. I had lost the part of me that was confident enough to stand out, the part that didn’t mind being different, the part that was comfortable not being accepted.

Clothing has a paradoxical power: it can hide us, and reveal us, all at once. When chosen with intention, clothes help us embody the person we hope to become, enhancing our sense of belonging and acceptance, speaking directly to the heart of what makes us feel like us.

I’ve never been drawn to the idea of a capsule wardrobe, it always felt too prescriptive. But noticing the pieces I reach for most, and the items I shop to update each season, I’ve become aware of my own personal rotation.

We can all relate to that moment in front of the mirror, trying on outfit after outfit, thinking, “This just isn’t me.” Or maybe it looks great, but somehow it doesn’t feel right, not for today, not for this chapter of life.

My clothes are always in conversation with my life, and right now they reflect my role as Mummy, my comfort, and my creativity.

For as long as I can remember I’ve noticed how clothes make me feel — the pieces that feel like me, the ones that don’t, and how that quietly rolls out into my demeanour and behaviour. The way we dress has always felt like an expression of self and feeling like myself has always been central to the way I choose to dress.