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“It’s just a fleece with the sleeves cut off, Diane, I don’t understand why you’re defending it like it’s a dinner jacket.” That was my brother-in-law, over Thanksgiving, watching some…
“It’s just a fleece with the sleeves cut off, Diane, I don’t understand why you’re defending it like it’s a dinner jacket.” That was my brother-in-law, over Thanksgiving, watching some…
I was standing in the parking lot outside a Target in Aurora, waiting for my sister to finish returning a blender, when the woman ahead of me in a cropped…
I bought my first harrington in 1994 convinced it would become my one reliable “going out” jacket, the thing I’d grab every single Friday without thinking twice. I’d like to…
I’d like a word with the woman who bought a mock neck in 1997 because a catalog told her it was “sleek.” It was not sleek. It was a chin…
Everybody packs a green skater dress for a beach trip like it’s a decision already made, and nobody ever mentions the wind. That’s my complaint, and I’ll make it flatly…
There was a proper argument in my house last November over a green puffer coat, and I mean a real one, the kind that goes quiet for a few minutes…
I would like a word with the woman who stood in a dressing room in 1994 and declared, out loud, to nobody, that green was “a color for tablecloths, not…
I have a running joke in my house about the green pleated skirt, which is that I own four of them and wear one. The other three hang there in…
I have a coat from 1997 that was called “champagne” on the tag, which was the polite way of saying gold before gold got confident about itself, and I nearly…
I have a green midi dress from a wedding in 2011 that I still keep because it taught me something, and what it taught me is that a dress can…