Ok, I’ll be honest; I don’t really know where I’m going with this one? In fact; I’m not entirely sure of what it really means to have “style”. I guess, like many things, it’s how it’s perceived by others. The most stylish person I ever met was my Grandmother. My Mum’s mum had the ability to put outfits together and look effortlessly chic. Her hair was always on point, her outfits demure and always clutching a stylish handbag. She had a penchant for Jaeger clothing and weekly blow-dries; I cannot look at a navy or camel item of clothing without raising a little smile and thinking of her. My Mum and I joke about it often; although my Grandma sadly passed away when I was nearly sixteen, my Mum and I never fail to pick up items when we are out shopping and say “You know who would have loved this?!” So I suppose you could say, she lives on, as does her style, through us.