I’m constantly trying to find a middle ground between super casual lolling around and feeling like I haven’t just rolled out of bed and it’s hard. It’s always a temptation to throw on gym gear and know that whatever gets spilled, wiped or smeared over me by my son (or, you know, myself) it really doesn’t matter, and sometimes I do. But what I’ve realised is it doesn’t matter anyway. Clothes are meant for wearing and, now this IS a revelation, they wash. So I’m embracing the full white ensemble and swapping casual for smart casual. Because I want to feel my best even if it isn’t the most sensible option and… what’s the worst that’s going to happen… *please no jam hands, please no jam hands, please no jam hands. Shop the look below.