Despite not being much of a dress person, I find that every time I put on a printed frock, there’s a sort of strange fashion alchemy that occurs. No longer am I just a slipper-clad working-from-homer stuck in a never-ending cycle of moving from desk to fridge to sofa. Rather, I am the lady of the manor, an 18th-century duchess who spends her mornings reading quietly by the window and afternoons swishing ’round the house calling for more Earl Grey tea, please, butler (aka husband). Social isolation has done funny things to all of us, okay?
