The Beige Wrap Skirts Worth Your Money
I bought my first beige wrap skirt for a client dinner I was nervous about, which tells you nothing about the skirt and everything about how I make decisions, but…
I bought my first beige wrap skirt for a client dinner I was nervous about, which tells you nothing about the skirt and everything about how I make decisions, but…
I spent about two years calling the belt bag a fanny pack with better PR, and I said so, out loud, in meetings adjacent conversations, more than once. I was…
I have a running disagreement with myself about the black bardot top that I have never fully resolved, and it is not about whether it fits, it is about whether…
I bought my first argyle sweater with a very specific mental image attached to it, the one where I’m at some tasteful holiday gathering with a glass of something dark,…
I need to admit something. I spent about two years thinking the backless dress was a trap dressed up as a good idea, the kind of thing that photographs beautifully…
I bought the wool blend one at full price on a Tuesday afternoon, on my actual lunch break, having convinced myself the meeting I had at two required a skirt…
I counted last month, because counting things is basically my whole personality at this point, professionally and otherwise, and light gray pants or jeans made it into eleven separate outfits…
I own fourteen black dresses. I counted them properly last week, laid them across the bed like some sort of very somber card trick, and the number should have alarmed…
Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…