Brown Or Black Leather Jacket Turned Into A Longer Decision Than It Had Any Right To Be
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which is not a day she calls, to ask a single question. Brown or black, for a leather jacket, and she needed the…
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which is not a day she calls, to ask a single question. Brown or black, for a leather jacket, and she needed the…
I spent a solid fifteen years telling anyone who’d listen that linen doesn’t shrink, not really, that the whole thing was overblown fabric folklore passed down from people who’d washed…
There’s a particular walk I do for the first three days with a new pair of leather sandals, and my sister calls it “the wince shuffle.” Shoulders slightly up, weight…
My sister came to visit last spring, saw a faux leather jacket hanging on the back of my closet door, and said, “Oh, is that the real one or the…
I’d like a word with the woman standing in a Denver garage in 2011, wriggling into a wetsuit over a bikini she’d bought specifically for a trip to Cabo, convinced…
The jumper came out of the dryer looking like something I’d knit for a large cat. Charcoal gray, cable knit, bought in Scotland in a shop that smelled like peat…
There is a specific ankle bone, mine, left foot, that spent three weeks in October convinced I had bought the wrong boots. Not sort of wrong. Fully, return label printed,…
I kept a navy blazer on the back of my office chair for three straight years in the early 2000s. Never wore it once that I can actually remember, just…
I answered a work Slack poll once, one of those pointless “what does business casual even mean” threads that flares up every eighteen months, and I typed out a whole…
My group chat has forty three messages in it from a single Tuesday night, all sparked by one photo. A friend posted herself in bed wearing a lace up underbust…