All About Me

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips The Universe revolves around me… Or so I’m tempted to believe. If someone is a bit off with me, I think: “what have I done?” If things don’t work out the way I want I believe: “life is out to get me.” If…

A Divine Perspective

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips I truly understood the meaning of the phrase “ a face like a wet weekend” today as I looked around at all the miserable faces of people battling their way through the pouring rain. It was the sort of day to give up,…

Whenever Your New Year Falls

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips Happy New Year. As I watched the spectacular fireworks display over London at midnight I was struck by the exuberant expectation of change that a New Year brings. I have joined in with the chorus of voices wishing good riddance to 2016, it…

Breaking Open Clouds

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips Every cloud has a silver lining, the saying goes. Which is good to know if you know how to break them open. But sometimes clouds remain stubbornly cloud-like and it can be tricky to see anything except a load of grey mist. I’ve…

Uncertainty

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips I used to be uncertain but now I’m not so sure. Actually, no, there is one thing I’m certain about… and that is that nothing is certain. The desire for certainty is an innate human urge. We strive for financial security, job security,…

Holding the Hot Coal

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips My friend Liz recently described anger to me as “holding a hot coal”. The implication is that it is best to let it go as quickly as possible to avoid hurting yourself. I have a slightly different take on anger. Having carried around…

The Great Pretender

blog #dresstoexpress Sign up here for a weekly blog summary and style tips I have depression. I hate to admit it, I even hate to use the word. It’s such a nasty little word suggesting things being squashed, repressed, pushed down. It’s a label I don’t want attached to me and I was profoundly irritated to…