There comes a moment every year when our beloved autumnal-hued knits – the ones we’ve lived in for month upon chilly month – begin to feel a little de trop. The weather may lurch us this way and that, but our spirits, crucially, have landed in spring – something no April shower can put paid to.



To that end, we’re filling our wardrobe with sweet florals and soft pastels – in short, confections that we’d proudly skip through meadows of wildflowers in, stopping only for impromptu picnics amidst gadding bees and butterflies. Yes, we may have idealised the new season, but after months of biting.