December 19th, 2025

NEW BLOG: Dear Fashion Editors: Shut TF Up.
I saw another headline today: “The five fashion rules you must follow for Christmas Day: So many middle-aged women get it wrong. This is exactly what to wear…”
Apparently, those of us who have lived, loved, raised families, built careers, had our hearts broken, paid mortgages, hosted Christmas lunches, navigated menopause, and somehow survived the chaos are now being told off because our Christmas outfit might not meet some 25-year-old fashion assistant’s checklist?
Oh please.
Let me make something beautifully clear: middle-aged women aren’t getting it wrong. We’re simply not dressing for the male gaze, the Instagram algorithm, or the fashion police anymore. We are dressing for ourselves, for comfort and freedom. And Christmas dinner that WILL be eaten sitting down in stretchy waistbands.
You want to know the rules? Fine. Here they are:
Rule 1: Wear pyjamas if you want.
Rule 2: Wear leggings if you want.
Rule 3: Wear a sequin catsuit, a vintage ballgown, a sexy Santa negligee or nothing at all if you want.
Rule 4: Anyone telling middle-aged women what they must wear can do one.
Rule 5: See Rule 4.
Women over 40, 50, 60 and beyond are done being told what to do. We’re done being patronised, lectured, corrected, judged, squeezed, shaped, padded, plucked, smoothed, filtered and labelled.
Especially on Christmas Day.
This bizarre obsession with making women feel inadequate has to die. We’ve earned the right to show up in whatever we bloody like. Want to spend Christmas in velvet and heels? Fabulous. Want to spend it in socks and old leggings? Even better.
One of my favourite presents was a Wham! Last Christmas T shirt that Honey bought me, it still makes an appearance every year.
Fashion editors, instead of wagging the finger at women who already carry the weight of the world, how about celebrating us? Our stories? Our strength? Our style on our terms?
But no. It’s much easier to write BS patronising us about our style and hoping we all fall in line.
We won’t.
So here’s my own Christmas Day trend report:
The hottest look of the season is comfort, confidence, and not giving a single bauble-dangling shiny shit what anyone thinks.

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