Hit Refresh

I was sitting at a café with a new friend that an old friend had introduced me to. She had asked if I could share advice on life. We were in my lovely hometown, all shiny and bright and provincial, chatting about ideas and projects.

I was wearing my highly unoriginal mix of The Row and The Row “inspired,” shamelessly savouring my new role as an icon of wisdom and quiet luxury. 

She was my age, adorable, and she was on her way back from a certain form of a career hiatus where she had raised kids and moved back home. She confessed that she had enjoyed that choice as much as she had longed for her old life. 

The life of women is a puzzle never truly solved.

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Now she was eager and ready to get back to work, back to the big city, and to start all fresh and new.

I was listening attentively, but—to my dismay at my own vapidity—I couldn’t help but notice that she looked like a time capsule from the 2010s:

Isabel Marant sweater, peep toe boots, skinny jeans and a fringed bag. In a flash back, I saw …