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The evidence is mounting The other week I told you about the shoes. Which, for the record, are still utterly fabulous. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. Once I'd noticed the pattern, I started seeing it everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. The moment I finally realised quite how ridiculous this had become was when I was standing in front of the Den looking at the evolution of The Rooted Age and found myself thinking: "Oh, for the love of God...

Last week I shared the sentence I'd apparently been carrying around for years without properly noticing. This week I'd like to tell you about the shoes. When I was little, one of my favourite memories was getting my first pair of heels. They weren't really heels. They were kitten heels. Black patent shoes that caught the light and looked like they'd been dipped in an oil slick. I adored them. Then life happened. I grew up. I moved countries. I spent years li

Last week I mentioned that I'd apparently been saying the same thing for years and had only just noticed. A few people replied asking what on earth I was talking about. Fair question. The sentence is this: "I think we spend much of our early lives being told who we should be, and much of the rest remembering who we were before everyone else got involved." I've said versions of that for decades. To friends. To myself. Probably to complete strangers if they stood