Katy Pearson

DIY joy

My name is Katy Pearson and I am a dress addict. I hold my hands up.

My none-too-secret vice is that a new dress makes me happy. I am too scared to count how many dresses there are in my wardrobe (and in my husband’s wardrobe, in the attic at my parents’ house and on loan to my little sister…) but suffice to say there are a lot.

In these recession-hit times, however, this is not a practical addiction. I should not be spending my money on frocks that flounce.

And my budget, sadly, does not stretch to designer numbers, let alone one-off, custom-made frocks (of which surely every lady dreams?). So when the Papered Parlour got in touch and told me of their dressmaking weekend class – where I could design and make a whole dress from scratch – I couldn’t have signed up any faster. DIY couture? Yes please! Continue reading


The day I went vintage… & loved every minute

Hanging on the wall in my living room is a photo of my husband’s late grandmother and grandfather, taken some time in the late 1950s. The couple are off on their holidays – and they look, to my mind, like film stars. Bill is suited and booted, while Lucy’s hair is immaculately backcombed. Whenever I look at it, usually as I’m rushing out the door to work, a shoe in one hand and a lip gloss in the other, I sigh with dismay at how utterly drab I look in comparison.

Katy Pearson vintage

Bill and Lucy in the 1950s

And I’m not alone. Earlier this year, Dame Vivienne Westwood blasted, ‘People have never looked so ugly as they do today. We just consume far too much… What I’m saying is, buy less, choose well. Don’t just suck up stuff so everybody looks like clones.’

She really does have a point. A little while back, a Tesco store asked customers not to shop in their pyjamas or barefoot.

Notices were put up in the chain’s supermarket in St Mellons in Cardiff saying, ‘Footwear must be worn at all times, and no nightwear is permitted’.

How, I wonder, have we got to the point where people have to be told not to wear their pyjamas in public? Continue reading