I have kind of a crush on the 1950s. If I could, I’d walk around all day in big skirted dresses and bobby sox – well, maybe not bobby socks, because I’m not that mad, but big skirted prom dresses for sure. This 50s crush means that I’m pretty much required by law to love just about everything at Dolly Dagger, which I totally can’t believe I have only just discovered. This is a kind of UK version of that other great love of my life, Stop Staring. The range isn’t as wide, but it is pretty, and hell, that’s really all we ask for in life, isn’t it?