She also mined her fascination with tweed and argyle socks, having lived in London for eight years. “If you take a closer look at tweed, it’s closest to grey herringbone and checker forms, and argyle socks make you think of hairy legs rushing toward the city,” she says. “So it’s not a literal influence, but more a feeling of an era, perhaps something that goes back to an uncle’s socks, or a friend’s grandmother and her tweed jacket. A homey feeling, like Regent Street and double-decker buses.”