The In-Between Season & Letting Life Unfold

March is wrapping up, and it still feels like we’re hovering in the in-between—caught in that oddly delicate space between not-quite-winter and not-quite-spring. That slightly surreal limbo where the streets are simultaneously lined with daffodils and puddles, where gloves sit beside sunglasses in your bag and you don’t know which one you’ll need more.

Spring is technically here, but London hasn’t quite caught up yet—one minute, the sun’s out and you’re contemplating iced coffees; the next, it’s back to scarves, high winds, and questioning your entire wardrobe. There’s this frustrating beauty in it, though—the not-knowing, the waiting. It’s a little chaotic, a little romantic, and entirely London.

Still, the city’s energy is shifting, and I’m leaning into it. Slowly. With coffee in hand and Spotify doing most of the emotional heavy lifting. I’ve started keeping tulips in a jar by the window, not because it’s warm enough for spring—but because I need the reminder that it’s coming. Sometimes you have to create your own season.

Social Life: The Balance Between Cozy & Chaos

This month has been a blend of soft, soul-nourishing stillness and that specific kind of London chaos—social plans that spiral, conversations that crescendo, and an undercurrent of “we should definitely book something” energy in every group chat.

Some highlights:

• A last-minute dinner at Brasserie Zédel that turned into a deep dive into everyone’s love lives. There’s something so comforting about red banquettes, steak frites, and scandalous confessions shared over wine. We laughed until our cheeks hurt and stayed until the staff gently hinted it was time to leave.

• Drinks at Scarfes Bar, where the cocktails are strong, the jazz is smooth, and the lighting is elite. Honestly, the lighting deserves its own Instagram account. I wore something silky and impractical and felt like I’d stepped into a noir film.

• A long, slow walk along the Thames on one of those rare sunny days—London at its absolute best. Sunglasses on, oat flat white in hand, podcasts ignored in favour of eavesdropping on strangers’ conversations. It felt cinematic in the way only a really good walk can.

• A group chat debate on whether we should do a summer house in the South of France. The logistics? Chaos. The dream? Still alive. Currently envisioning linen, lavender fields, and someone crying over a sunhat. Every few days someone revives the chat with a new link to a villa that sleeps twelve.

  
  

Also: March is the month where people start planning bank holiday getaways like their life depends on it. There’s this urgency, as if leaving the country for 48 hours will solve all our problems. And honestly? Sometimes it kind of does. Even just the idea of going somewhere warm is enough to get me through a grey Tuesday.

Style: The ‘Half Winter, Half Spring’ Edit

March fashion is basically a game of ‘hope for the best and dress in layers.’ Every morning feels like a gamble between frost and mild sun. One day it’s boots and wool, the next I’m flirting with a bare ankle and instantly regretting it. The weather app lies. My intuition lies. Only the wind tells the truth.

Current rotation:

• Trench coats layered over chunky knits—because the temperature is unreliable and I refuse to be caught out by a cold snap again. Add a cashmere scarf and hope for the best.

• Leather boots still in the mix, but trainers making more appearances. Bonus points if they’re clean (they never are). I tried white socks last week and instantly stepped in a questionable puddle.

• Minimal makeup, fresh skin, and sunglasses even when they’re not necessary. It’s called manifesting. If I look like I belong in spring, maybe it’ll show up.

• Ballet flats making their seasonal debut—but only on risk-free days, i.e. no chance of surprise sleet. I’ve already fallen for the square-toed trend and I’m not sorry.

  
  

Also: someone please remind me not to pack away my winter clothes too early this year. I’ve done it before, and we all know what happened—cue frantic rummaging in storage bins and emergency scarf purchases. I’ve learned to keep a backup jumper in my tote. London will humble you.

Everything right now is about balance. Soft fabrics, muted tones, transitional everything. Spring is whispering—but she’s not quite ready to commit. In the meantime, I’m dressing for the version of March I want, not the one I have.

Wellness: Moving Slowly, Feeling Good

Lately, I’ve been focusing on small, sustainable routines rather than big overhauls. No spring “reset.” No sudden juice cleanses. Just little choices that feel kind and consistent—because the last thing any of us need is another all-or-nothing approach.

• Pilates & strength training, but with zero pressure. I’m showing up for my body, not punishing it. I’ve swapped out “no pain, no gain” for “no pressure, just presence.”

• Hydration still a work in progress, but making an effort. I now own three reusable bottles in three aesthetically pleasing colours. Surely that counts? I’ve also become one of those people who adds mint leaves and lemon slices—not because I think it does anything miraculous, but because it makes me feel like I have my life together.

• Evening wind-downs with herbal tea and less screen time, because apparently, I’m that person now—and weirdly, I don’t hate it. I’ve even started lighting candles on weeknights, which feels oddly luxurious.

• A little more structure in my week, but nothing rigid. It’s more of a loose framework. A whisper of intention. Just enough to feel grounded, not boxed in.

  
  

Also: skin is thriving, thanks to a simplified routine and a quiet refusal to be influenced by TikTok’s 15-step regimens. I’ve embraced the idea that less really can be more—especially when it comes to serums.

Wellness right now is less about transforming and more about supporting. No pressure. No overhauls. Just daily, loving nudges in the right direction. The gentle art of checking in with yourself, instead of checking things off.

Mindset: Not Rushing the Process

Right now, I’m focusing on:

• More trusting the timing of things, less forcing outcomes. Some seasons are for planting, not blooming. And that’s okay.

• More enjoying the now, less rushing to the next. The walk matters. The wait matters. The moments between moments are where life happens.

• More letting things unfold in their own way. I’m giving up the illusion of control and leaning into curiosity instead. Because what’s meant for me won’t miss me—and what misses me probably wasn’t meant to stick anyway.

  
  

Also: I have fully accepted that spring will arrive when it decides to, not when I want it to. And I’m oddly okay with that. There’s something freeing about not chasing. This month, my mindset has softened. I’m slower, but not stagnant. Present, but not pressed. That quiet in-between space is starting to feel less like a delay and more like a gift.

Instead of traditional journalling, I’ve started keeping a ‘noticing list’—small moments, textures, overheard phrases, the things that usually slip by unnoticed. It’s like documenting the poetry of daily life without the pressure of reflection. No deep thoughts, no life-changing insights—just fragments. The colour of light on the kitchen tiles at 4PM. A compliment from a stranger on my shoes. A sentence that made me laugh while half-asleep. It’s grounding in a different way—gentler, less performative, and somehow more intimate. There’s beauty in the in-between. There’s growth in the pause. There’s clarity in the stillness.

Pop Culture, Trends & What’s Happening Right Now

• The ‘quiet luxury’ trend is officially taking over—think effortless wealth, neutral tones, and old-money energy. Less logos, more loafers. Think Sofia Richie in a beige trench, carrying a coffee and not checking her phone.

• Everyone is talking about the Met Gala dress code, and I already know the takes will be chaotic. Let the memes roll. Predictions? Lace gloves, vintage couture, and one inexplicable latex moment.

• Y2K fashion is still going strong, but ‘90s minimalism is creeping back in. Clean lines. White tanks. You know the vibe. I’m leaning into it with structured denim and tailored silhouettes.

• Coastal chic is becoming a thing, and honestly, I fully support it. Soft linens, salty hair, that “just stepped off a yacht” energy—yes please. Even if the only boat I’ve been on lately is the Woolwich Ferry.

• Matcha is having a moment again, and suddenly everyone’s a connoisseur. Mine’s still mostly oat milk and vibes. Extra points if it comes in a ceramic mug with a saucer.

  
  

Also trending: oversized headphones (again), brown mascara, cloud nails, and pretending to journal in cafés while actually people-watching. I call it research.

The Month Ahead: What’s Coming?

• Hopefully, actual warm weather. Please. I have dresses that miss me. I want to ditch tights and reclaim the bench outside my favourite café.

• More letting go, less overplanning. I want to be surprised. I want to say yes without three days’ notice. I want spontaneity to feel like a choice, not a risk.

• More leaning into whatever’s next. Whether it’s a work pivot, a weekend away, or a new go-to coffee order. I’m letting it unfold.

• A spring wardrobe reshuffle, but done slowly. Intuitively. One hanger at a time.

• Writing more. Reading slower. Moving gently. Staying open.

  
  

March, you’ve been uncertain but interesting. You’ve reminded me that it’s okay to pause before the pivot. That the in-between isn’t empty—it’s full of tiny miracles.

Let’s see what April brings.

Sophie x