Wedge trainers, McQueen skull scarves and skinny jeans aside, my teenage years were anchored by overly stacked bracelets. The sole aim: to pile on as many as would either A) possibly fit, or B) be worn until the weight made lifting your arm a genuine challenge—whichever came first. Then came the era of minimalism: thin gold chains, solitary stud earrings, and the kind of quiet restraint I loyally adopted, forever following the lead of the best-dressed women on the internet. Now, older, marginally wiser and with a disposable income that stretches slightly further, the layered look is pulling me back in. And I'm not alone.
