Behold the two pairs of shoes that I pondered wearing on sat night. What's this got to do with turning 40? I was going to a 40th party, of course! Am in the (enjoyable) depths of 40th party season… Is it 'girly' to say I love shoes? There's that old adage that 'shoes and accessories always fit' so as a not-off-the-rack-size-10 I guess they suit me often when a particular dress doesn't. My feet are (compared to me) a dainty size 5, and therefore happily fit into most high stre

On 29th September 2016 I turned 39, and in the past few months I’ve come to realise something. Forty is, for many, a fearful turning point in life. ‘Oh no, forty! We must (insert random activity here) before we turn 40!’ women seem to cry. From tattoos to travelling, we all seem to feel that 40 is the tipping point before which we should have done a particular something. As if, when we wake on our 40th birthday, we spontaneously combust or turn to dust. Or perhaps both. But