Brown Cardigans For Rich Days
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
I’ve long been suspicious of white coats, imagining them as garments reserved for people who had dry cleaners on speed dial and no concept of actual weather. Then I realised…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
There’s something covetable about a pair of brown ankle boots. I don’t mean performative covetable; I can’t see you across the shop in mine. I’m talking about little luxuries like…
I was standing at my closet door at 7:40 on a Tuesday morning, one shoe already on my foot, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding a second shoe up…
My brother came through Seattle in December, saw the green velvet dress hanging on my closet door where it’s lived untouched since I bought it, and asked why I owned…
Told a client last fall that gold velvet reads more “cocktail hour at a wedding you weren’t sure you were invited to” than everyday dress, and she wore it to…
There was a proper argument in my apartment three weeks ago that started because my friend Delia showed up to a Tuesday lunch in a gold knit top that caught…
The shortlist started at eleven cream roll necks, which I know because I built a spreadsheet, and yes, I’m aware that a spreadsheet for a sweater is a lot, but…
I bought a chunky knit sweater eight years ago that I still think about, not because it was good, but because I wore it to a client consultation and she…