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 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 jumper in November that cost more than my electric bill that month, which felt like a personal milestone, and by Christmas it had little bobbles all down…
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…
There is a specific ankle bone, mine, left foot, that spent three weeks in October convinced I had bought the wrong boots. Not sort of wrong. Fully, return label printed,…
I told a colleague once that I was wearing “smart casual” to a client dinner, and she looked at my cardigan the way you’d look at a stain you couldn’t…
I kept a navy blazer on the back of my office chair for three straight years in the early 2000s. Never wore it once that I can actually remember, just…
The jumper came out of the dryer looking like something I’d knit for a large cat. Charcoal gray, cable knit, bought in Scotland in a shop that smelled like peat…
I built a whole cost benefit case for a navy blazer two Aprils ago, the way I build cases for everything, cost per wear, versatility across three separate weddings that…
My colleague Renata texted me a photo of her over the knee boots at 9:47 on a Saturday morning, wedding at 2, and the message just said “tights or not,…