Do you remember those moments as a child when you stepped into the forbidden realm of your mother’s wardrobe when she wasn’t home? I used to love trying on her shoes and running my hands over all the different textures and fabrics, in awe of her collection of silk, fur, and tweed that spanned multiple fashion decades. My mother (bless her soul) always kept designer pieces from her twenties and thirties that she couldn’t bear to throw away. Much to my dismay, my waistline and my feet turned out to be two sizes bigger than hers, rendering it impossible to inherit her treasures. Despite this crushing adult realisation, it is this whimsical childhood memory that swept over me when I entered Soeur. The charming décor, the colour-coordinated hangers of clothing, and the rows of perfectly aligned shoes brought me back to a time when I wished that I could wear it all.