Our Story

Why does everything feel so temporary?

Most of what we own now is designed to be replaced rather than lived with. Efficient, forgettable, gone inside two years. Solenne exists because of a narrower version of that question, and a much less dignified one.

I was cold in my own house.

Not dramatically. I am a homebody — most of my life happens within four metres of a sofa, and for a good stretch of the year that sofa is the coldest place I spend any time in.

A blanket handles that until you stand up.

Then you are holding it shut with one hand. There is a mug in the other. Something needs opening and you have run out of hands. So you shrug the whole thing off, do the thing, come back, and spend the next minute putting it back the way it was. Every single time, for three winters.

Somewhere in the third one I stopped treating that as normal and wrote down what the thing actually had to be.

• Weight through the shoulders, so it stays where it is put instead of sliding off every time you lean forward.
• A hood, because the cold arrives at the back of your neck before anywhere else.
• Open at the sides, so my arms come out and my hands stay free.
• And no front. Not a button, not a zip, not an overlap. A front is a seam waiting to fall open every time you move, and it is the reason every wearable blanket I had tried was a dressing gown with ambitions.

Enfold is that list with nothing taken out of it. One continuous piece, hood to hem. Four pounds. Faux fur throat to ankle. Nine colourways, because the thing you wear every evening should not be the ugliest object in the room.

There is a version of this garment that sells for about a quarter of what mine does. I have had both sets of numbers in front of me. It is roughly a third lighter — which reads like a specification and is not: on a body it is the whole difference between something that closes over you and something that merely sits on you. I do not sell that one, and you would feel where the money went.

Here is what I will not pretend.

It is one size. At 142 centimetres shoulder to hem it pools on the floor if you are short and stops mid-calf if you are tall. It runs warm — that is the point and also the catch. It is four pounds: heavy enough to feel, not heavy enough to be a medical device, and I am not going to tell you otherwise.

It ships tracked, worldwide. You get thirty nights to decide whether I was right about any of this, and if I was not, it comes back.

I wanted my own cosy cave to be better. Now I would like yours to be.

You will thank me.