Mens Black Jeans: Building Outfits From Tees to Jackets
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 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…
I own exactly one black satin skirt, a midi with a bias cut that hits just below the knee, and I have worn it, by my own rough count going…
I counted six times this week, black shirt on the ironing board or coming out of the dryer, and that’s not even a busy week for me. Tuesday it was…
My sister looked at me over her reading glasses when I walked into her kitchen last month wearing a black suit with a shirt the color of a swimming pool…
I need to tell you about the time I wore a pleather skirt to my friend’s engagement dinner and left looking like I was moonlighting as a dominatrix flight attendant,…
I own five pairs of black linen pants. Five. I counted them Sunday morning while doing the thing where you pull everything out of a drawer to find one specific…
Okay so I need to tell you about the time I wore a black midi dress to a rooftop thing in Austin with white sneakers, a cropped puffer that hit…
My husband owns six pairs of black jeans. I know this because I counted them last Sunday while doing laundry, laid them out on the bed like some kind of…