If you’d asked me this morning what that pattern is called, I would have told you it was gingham.
I’d have been so sure that it’s called gingham that I would have bet everything I own on it.
But if you’d taken that bet, you’d currently be enjoying my collection of scented candles and copies of Vogue from the 00’s, because I was wrong.
That pattern, which everyone knows is called gingham, is not called gingham. It’s called Vichy.