The Perfect Black Backpack For The Office
Okay, I’m not a beach person, I sell swimwear, I don’t know why I’m the one weighing in on office backpacks, but here we are, because the shop floor argument…
Okay, I’m not a beach person, I sell swimwear, I don’t know why I’m the one weighing in on office backpacks, but here we are, because the shop floor argument…
Every single person at my office who owns a black biker jacket wears it like a Halloween costume they’re committed to for one day a year. On over a nice…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing the same black jeans I’d worn to her house every single visit for two years, and…
I counted them properly last week, standing in front of the closet with a glass of wine and entirely too much time on my hands, and the number was eleven.…
I counted them last week, which was a mistake, because now I cannot stop thinking about it. Seven pairs of black tie shoes live in my closet, not including two…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor last Sunday night with a can of shoe polish, a horsehair brush, and three pairs of shoes lined up like suspects, trying to…
The reputation black wide leg pants carry is that they are a magic trick you cannot mess up, the one pants silhouette that makes everyone look taller, leaner, more put…
I ironed my black jeans once. Properly ironed them, crease down the front like school trousers, because I had a second interview for a job I badly wanted and I’d…
I own fourteen black dresses. I counted them properly last week, laid them across the bed like some sort of very somber card trick, and the number should have alarmed…
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…