Asked in a magazine interview if being married to musician Jamie Hince might have affected her sense of style, she replied: "No. Definitely not. He would go mental if I started dressing like a wife. He likes me when I'm a rock'n'roll kind of girl."

While her intention was clearly to show she had lost none of her legendary cool, her words reverberated with all the grace of a grand piano falling down a staircase. Perhaps I missed that page in the handbook, but dressing as a wife – what exactly does that entail? It seems to imply that, in the days leading up to our nuptials, we women should be boxing up our pre-marital clothes, ready to be replaced by an entirely new wardrobe from the Ye Olde Respectable Wife Shoppe.

Is there a dress code which means that, upon getting married, women should suddenly adopt dowdy fabrics they previously would only have associated with tablecloths and curtains?

Should our footwear revert to a more sensible-sized heel that elongates the leg in a husband-pleasing manner, but without getting in the way of doing housework?

I'm a wife. How do I dress? Often badly – but exactly as I choose. My husband's input into what I wear doesn't extend beyond suggesting I might want to pack a raincoat or discreetly pointing out that my skirt is tucked into my knickers when I come back from the loo.

Perhaps Moss has been overdoing the episodes of Mad Men lately, but she needs to grasp that women today can dress as and how they please – and are not defined by their marital status or otherwise.