Sock Colors for Brown Shoes
I counted my brown shoes last month during one of those closet purges where you tell yourself you’re being ruthless and then keep everything anyway. Eleven pairs. Eleven. Loafers, boots,…
I counted my brown shoes last month during one of those closet purges where you tell yourself you’re being ruthless and then keep everything anyway. Eleven pairs. Eleven. Loafers, boots,…
I was on the floor of my closet at eleven at night, cross legged, surrounded by shoes I’d pulled out of a bin I hadn’t opened since March, because I…
I once safety pinned a regular t shirt bra to the inside of a backless jumpsuit at eleven o’clock at night, thirty minutes before I had to leave for a…
I own six pairs of men’s chelsea boots. Not men’s boots that I wear, actual men’s chelsea boots, size eleven, that live in my apartment because I am apparently the…
I bought my first pair of slim jeans at a Gap outlet in 2016 for thirty four dollars, wore them exactly twice, and then let them sit in my closet…
My mom walked into my kitchen on a Tuesday night, looked at me standing on a step stool trying to get a wine bottle off the top shelf, and said,…
I bought my first pair of high waisted jeans in 2019 and paired them with a regular length t-shirt tucked in the way regular tucking works, which is to say…
I own five pairs of black linen pants. Five. I counted them Sunday morning while doing the thing where you pull everything out of a drawer to find one specific…
I wore a beige bra under a white ribbed tank top for an entire summer before anyone told me it looked like I had two throw pillows stapled to my…
I was folding laundry on my kitchen floor Sunday afternoon, the kind of task where you end up sorting three other piles you didn’t mean to start, and one of…