Cowboy Boots for Women: Easy Pairings
I counted once, out of boredom, during a slow Tuesday on the sales floor. Seventeen wears since January, tracked by the scuff pattern on the outside edge of my brown…
I counted once, out of boredom, during a slow Tuesday on the sales floor. Seventeen wears since January, tracked by the scuff pattern on the outside edge of my brown…
I used to think the navy blazer was the blazer equivalent of oatmeal. Perfectly fine, technically correct, the thing you wear when you don’t want to be noticed. For about…
I own eleven pairs of brown leggings. I counted this morning while procrastinating a phone call I didn’t want to make, and eleven felt like a number I should be…
I counted my blazers this morning, actually got up and counted, because a client asked me last week how many I owned and I genuinely didn’t know. Eleven. Eleven blazers…
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which she never does, just to tell me she’d seen a photo of me in my black denim jacket standing next to my…
My brother walked into the kitchen, stopped, and said, “Is that my jacket.” Not a question. He’d had that biker jacket since 2011, black leather gone soft at the elbows,…
Ankle grazer jeans have a reputation for being the compromise nobody actually asked for. Too short to read as a full length jean, too long to be a proper crop,…
I bought my first pair of cropped jeans in 2019 for a work trip to Austin and wore them with ballet flats, the kind with the little bow, because that…
I logged it, out of pure professional habit, and the number was 42. That’s how many times my cowgirl boots show up in my camera roll outfit photos since March,…
The first time I wore barrel jeans out in actual winter, not just around the apartment where the worst hazard is a rug, I put them with a pair of…