Emily Stott's Blog

I can’t quite believe I’m sitting down to write a blog post about cardigans. And perhaps it’s because my 48th birthday is fast approaching that this Spring Summer 2020 trend seems suddenly so alluring but I don’t think so. Reportedly, our forties (yes, even the late forties) is sexy these days and as luck would have it the cardigan is now too. Yes, as with so many things in life, it’s all about timing; if you’d pitched up to a date in a buttoned up cardi a couple of years ago you’d have...

How are you feeling? Has sparkle fatigue started to kick in? Is your skin showing the tell-tale signs of lack of sleep and your carpet suffering from 3 for 2 party food incidents?

Yeup – you’re partied out already (POA) with six days still to go.

Following Monday’s playground post-mortem of the weekend’s Christmas party – I’d left very suddenly at 1am due to my body deciding I couldn’t get away with downing vodka jelly shots on top of Prosecco and pigs in blankets – it turned out I missed...

The autumn term is here and as of today, the weather has obligingly fallen in line with the education system’s belief that the time for shorts, t-shirts and ice-cream vans parked outside the school gates is over. We had a fortnight’s grace to show off tans and squeeze a little more use out of sundresses and now layering season is beckoning. It’s a whole lot more complicated now and as in January when we reconvene after Christmas with a new set of ideals, September and the start of a new schoo...

Prints are so loaded aren’t they? Whenever I sit down with a client needing an outfit for a wedding or Ascot, we always discuss how they feel about prints because at this time of year the merest sniff of spring and the shop floor is flooded with patterns. It’s a rare thing to see head to toe florals in the autumn winter collections, but roll March out and you can’t move for it.

I’m not big on patterns myself but that’s mainly because high street clothes are so very identifiable if they have a...

First of all, a confession. I spent a large part of my childhood dressed as Laura Ingalls Wilder in the Little House on the Prairie television series. I loved dressing up and – this is all incredibly predictable – I didn’t really see the point of putting normal clothes on at the weekend. Why wear jeans and a t-shirt if you can wear a bonnet, smocked dress and a pinny? So yes, this is something of a disclaimer; I am not the most impartial person to be talking about a trend which really has no...

I don’t know about you but by the end of 2018 I felt completely done in. It got to the point where it seemed like only the onset of a new year would renew the energy. It didn’t quite work like that but I do believe a change is as good as a rest and January was at least a change of pace – I have thrown out some old bras and shoes, forked out a fortune on niggly things to do with my car and agreed stone cold sober to go on a camping weekend – run of the mill perhaps but all things absolutely in...

The one statement I hear more often than not from my lovely clients is “I hate shopping.” It’s a shame. Whether this has always been the case or these men and women have fallen out of love with the experience because it is no longer fun, I don’t often find out. But what with long working days, kids and the frantic pace of life, the days of a leisurely stroll around the town centre with a friend, stopping for a spot of lunch when your feet start to throb are long gone for most. Shopping tends...

This weather is all very confusing isn’t it? You’ve packed your t-shirts and flip flops away and replaced with knits and boots and then what happens? We’re basking in sunshine and feeling overdressed in jeans and a leather jacket. And if it isn’t possible to get a bit of a bronzing in this unseasonal weather (woe betide you omit the SPF moisturiser though) then really, is it even worth the hassle of the constant taking on and putting back on again of various layers?

It’s been a year of ext...

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It’s been a long time, I know. I have no excuse other than life getting in the way – work and all the stuff that gets squished in around it, usually carried out in a horribly slapdash manner if you’re me. That and Love Island. But I’ve missed you, I really have, I hope you’ve missed me too.

The good news is, I’m back and what better place to pick up than September which, as discussed before, is the summer’s answer to Christmas and new year. Foll...

It’s hard to believe that last week marked twenty years of Sex and the City. I forget I have been an adult for over twenty years and yet I know I was well into my twenties when SATC started; not quite old enough to fully get the low points of the thirty something friends but old enough to appreciate the high ones. I can’t help but wonder what I’ve done with myself in the years since it ended, I certainly haven’t watched anything on television with such relish – Mad Men had the style but it di...