I am done with saving outfits for ‘best’, so don’t be surprised to see me out in a ballgown

September 23, 2026 — 5:00pm

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Forget Freudian analysis, ayahuasca, hypnosis, tarot or the I Ching, the best insight into a woman’s psyche is to see what’s hanging unworn in her wardrobe.

Be honest. How many of your outfits are gathering dust? So, why do we buy expensive clothes then refuse to let them see the light of day? It’s as if we are kitting ourselves out for a parallel, more glamorous existence. The outfits are ready; it’s just that our lives haven’t met the dress code.

My own closet is a museum of alternatives of me. It’s optimism on hangers. I have clothes for Monte Carlo casino nights, Venetian masked balls, Marrakech rooftop raves with rock stars, Scottish grouse shoots with minor royals, Himalayan glamping, Tamworth country music rodeos, Riviera superyacht soirées, elk stalking, pole dancing, hot-air balloon picnics, alpaca polo and the Lake Como palazzo balls where everyone pretends to know the Clooneys.

And what do I wear day in, day out? Baggy T-shirts and saggy trackie daks. I look poised to clean algae out of an aquarium, re-grout a shower or change a tyre at a moment’s........

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