I Stand Here Ironing
She was a beautiful baby. The first and only one of our five that was beautiful at birth. You do...
Fiction
Everyday Use
In real life I am a large, big-boned woman with rough, man-working hands. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns...
What She Wore
I hesitate to describe Sophy Epstein's dress. You won't like it. In the first place, it was cut too low,...
Fashionietzsche
In truth, I realise there’s not one thing I can actually do in this world so that I could actually,...
Dressing Gown Farewell
How pitiful the Muses’ hapless suitor A stranger to the dressing gown’s delights. A devotee of fashion, dressed up like...
Through the Writing Body; a Beginning of a Narrative
This is the scenario: I am lying in bed in my bathrobe and I am trying to write my ideal...
A Gala Dress
The Babcocks owned their house and a tiny sum in the bank, upon the interest of which they lived. Nobody...
The Clown
Katie struggled out of a black vintage high-waisted Vivienne Westwood skirt, cringing when she heard the sound of the zipper...
The Stain or La Dame qui s’est Trompée d’Époque
It’s February 18 1960. Jean Cocteau has just released his film The Testament Of Orpheus. Mme Francine Weisweiller is in...
Wilderness
On this second day our mood was still cheery, and we continued to wear our best behaviour like freshly pressed...
Fresh Fever
You looked once again at your phone and wondered if you had time for a quick rub. Your record was...
Soft Clothes, Plain Faces
They have a drink on her balcony. She pretends they’re sitting on the terrace of a bar, like they might...