I’m generally pretty practical when it comes to clothes. I’m not going to attempt to classify myself as low maintenance (for fear of mass ridicule by my friends and family), but given Audrey’s fondness for digging in the dirt and Millie’s need to spit up all over me on a regular basis, I just can’t bring myself to purchase anything that can’t be washed a million times and still look decent. But every once in a while I get completely obsessed with an item of clothing that flies in the face of practically, thumbing its nose at muddy hands and baby mum mum crusted faces. Currently it’s this white coat. I know, I know, white… But I can’t get it out of my head.