When Chelsey and I were young, our grandma would often make us matching dresses. We are three years apart, and to be honest, when you are ten it is very uncool to be dressed identically to your seven-year-old sister.



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My next twinning experience came when I was 16 and living with my friend and fellow ballet student Lucy. For some reason (still unknown to either of us I might add), we decided it would be super cool if we had matching denim overalls. Also playsuits. And gingham shorts. We may have had a few of the same dresses in different colours. And at one point I not-so-vaguely recall matching Disney bowls and cutlery… You get the picture. We were the same height and build, and I’m sure people that we passed in public thought we were unfortunate sisters.

Fast forward eight years and I was getting ready for a day out and about in London, and I suddenly realised that my printed pinafore looked like the adult version of Sophie’s playsuit, and we were both wearing them over white collared shirts. Of course this prompted a lot of eye-rolling from Adeline, and a ridiculous number of strangers on the tube to ask if we were sisters throughout the day.

This was our only day in London with absolutely miserable weather. We were trying to make our way up Regent St to take Sophie to Hamley’s, but after about 20 minutes of scurrying from one shop entryway to the next, we gave up and got in a cab to go home.



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I wore: Shirt, Zara, Pinafore, Zara, Boots, Forever New (similar here), Clutch, Nine West (similar here), Earrings, Mimco (similar here)

Sophie wore: Shirt, Zara Kids, Playsuit, Zara Kids, Bag, Zara Kids, Shoes, Zara Kids

As we passed Trafalgar Square, the clouds parted and the rain subsided, so we asked the taxi driver to take us to Southwark instead, where we had seen the magnificent Golden Carousel the day before.

I have a bit of an affinity for carousels and merry-go-rounds. Where it stems from I have absolutely no idea, but I think they are a beautiful symbol of childhood and innocence. When I was little my parents would take me to the local monthly markets. There was a modest merry-go-round operated by the Parents and Citizen’s Association of the Primary School, and I lined up for a ride on it every time we went. I distinctly remember making no bones about my preference for the pink horse, and I’m sure I almost always got my way.

This carousel was plucked straight from my day dreams. It was elaborate and colourful, and I got the surprise of my life when we got on and the ride started moving at quite a swift pace.

Heidi xx

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