Valentine’s is a bit of a marmite celebration and I have to admit that I’ve been along side the naysayers complaining about the over-commercialism. But this year I’ve been reminded that celebrating each other and life is exactly what we should be doing. It sent me drifting back through the different Valentine’s Days I’ve had over my 42 years. Do you remember that teenage hope? Wishing beyond hope for an anonymous card from the boy who’d caught your eye — that tiny confirmation that he might just like you too, and had chosen this day of love to say it. The nervous excitement. The flutters in your stomach when you actually received something. I remember making handmade cards, trying to pour all my feelings onto paper. I remember him travelling all the way up to Leeds to my student house just to cook steak with a homemade Diane sauce. I still have those cards somewhere. But more than that, I treasure the memories — and how those moments made me feel. So this year, I shall be celebrating with bells on and I’ll be wearing this fabulous dress to do it, because it makes me feel utterly fabulous. Details: Dress is @ghostfashion ad/pr Coat is @fairfaxandfavor Boots are old @mango Bag is @charlottelizbth Scent is @ffern.co winter 26 Jewellery @lulublondon Prev ad/pr included