I went into my first Brazilian wax appointment convinced I was going to keep my underwear on, because that’s what I’d pictured the whole time, some discreet little maneuver where…
I bought a corset off a resale app eleven months ago, a real one, boned with steel not plastic, laced up the back, and it sat in my closet for…
I bought the same jumper twice. Same brand, same size, same shade of oatmeal, four days apart, because I could not stop thinking about whether the internet was lying to…
I bought a blazer specifically for one wedding rehearsal dinner in Franklin, secondhand, structured shoulder, the kind of navy that photographs as black in bad lighting. Paid forty two dollars…
I bought the jacket at 11:47 p.m. on a Tuesday, which according to my own extremely unscientific theory is the exact window when the good vintage listings drop on resale…
I bought a navy wool coat off a resale app for forty dollars in February, third listing I’d tracked that week, and the second it landed on my doorstep I…
My cousin texted me a photo of a dress three days before her friend’s wedding with the caption “is this too much” and it was a floral dress, sure, but…
I found the dress on a resale app at eleven at night, the kind of listing that makes you sit up in bed. Small floral print, dark navy background, silk,…
My roommate walked in on me standing on one leg in the hallway, heel hovering half out of a penny loafer like I was mid escape from a burning building,…
My friend Delaney texted me a photo from a bus stop in Nashville, which never gets properly cold, wearing what I can only describe as visible crew socks under sheer…