There are days…no, eras, when my divine feminine energy rises like a phoenix in Gucci heels and commands me to dress like the absolute queen I am. On these sacred days, I march into the woods, armed with my book and a paintbrush (because it looks poetic), pretending I’m the lead in a coming-of-age indie film. The main character? Obviously me. The plot? Undefined. The vibe? Immaculate.

Now, let’s talk dresses. Glorious, beautiful, unnecessary-in-the-eyes-of-capitalism dresses. My man, bless his soul, has spoiled me with enough house of CB (that’s Cult Gaia meets Bridgerton for those not in the know) gowns to host a royal wedding every week. But here’s the problem: I never wear them. Why? Because apparently society decided we should only look fabulous at weddings or brunches where we pretend we’re not judging each other’s avocado toast.

So there I was, ignoring these dresses like a villain ignoring a redemption arc, until one day my man asked, “Darling, where’s that blue dress I got you?” and I shamefully replied, “Probably next to my dreams and ambition… under the bed.”

That was until a couple of weeks ago when it hit me: Why the hell am I waiting for a ‘special occasion’ to feel fabulous? Am I not me every day? Is Tuesday not worthy of chiffon and glamour?

Sure, I do my skincare daily (I’m not a peasant), and I look presentable, but I recently started wearing dresses for no reason at all. Revolutionary, I know.

And let me tell you game changer.

First, I feel like a princess who owns at least three castles and drinks sparkling water with a twist of drama. Second, people suddenly treat me like I’m fragile, rich, and possibly on my way to sue someone. Like today, I entered Starbucks in my flowy dress, and boom, a man held the door open for me, and another gentleman at the queues offered me to go first…

So, darling, if you’ve got a stunning dress you’ve been saving for your cousin’s wedding or the next full moon, I beg you wear it today. Make today the special occasion. Go romanticise your Tesco run. Seduce the birds at the park. Leave glitter in your wake.

Don’t wait for a man to ask you out so you have a reason to look good. You are the reason. Put on that dress, grab your book, and take yourself on the kind of date that leaves strangers wondering if you’re a lost duchess or a retired spy.

Make today beautiful do it for yourself.

Okay, bye.

Loads of luv and unsolicited advice,

Hannah