Getting this monster over the finish line is taking every ounce of resolve, strength and patience I have — and then some I didn’t know I had. Nobody gave us a manual for this. Every engineer and tradesperson who walks through the door has their own opinion about how we should have done things and in what order — but not one of them was standing next to us at the start saying this is how you do it. We have been faking it until we make it from day one, on completely new ground,

There's a version of running a business and building something new that looks quite organised from the outside. Posts go out. Things get made. Plans get made. And sometimes, just sometimes, it feels like it might all be coming together. And then life reminds you who's actually in charge. This weekend Andrew and I made the journey down to see one of my oldest friends, Sammy. A rare thing — time away, a nice drive, good weather, a proper catch up in the garden. We were gone les

Since the idea of RVS DUDS! began to take shape, my love of charity shops — a source of much eye rolling from the Gallimore Famalam — has found a renewed momentum. I have always shopped this way, believing that a charity shop find gives in many ways; to me, as I get a bargain and it's unlikely anyone else will have the same, to charity as it generates an income, and to the earth as it saves items from becoming landfill. Now I have a whole new excuse — sorry, reason — for my o

So! This morning I am genuinely excited and I make no apologies for it. Two industrial sewing machines have arrived at RVS Duds HQ. Second hand — obviously. New to me — absolutely. And honestly long overdue. It's been over twenty years since I've had access to industrial machines. Back in my Deborah Jayne Design days I had a proper setup — a whole room dedicated to creating, cutting, making. Wedding dresses, bespoke pieces, the kind of work that requires the right tools and t