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…
Forty five minutes into a lap swim at the Y on Park Road, I looked down and the front panel of my suit was doing this loose, bunched thing across…
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 found the dress on a resale app at eleven at night, the kind of listing that makes you sit up in bed. Small floral print, dark navy background, silk,…
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 wore a black bomber jacket to a Tuesday morning meeting last month, the kind with the ribbed cuffs and a zipper that costs more to replace than the jacket…
I used to think shrinking was basically a mood the washing machine got into. Like it looked at my favorite gray shirt and decided today was the day. I’d pull…
I answered a work Slack poll once, one of those pointless “what does business casual even mean” threads that flares up every eighteen months, and I typed out a whole…
I pulled a bra out of my drawer last week, one I bought in April, and the band had gone so slack that hooking it on the tightest set did…
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…