A Denim Jacket Goes With More Than You Think: Bottoms, Shoes and Layers
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
For years I owned exactly one pair of black leather oxfords and I wore them with everything, including, on one memorably bad night, a pair of mid wash blue jeans…
I own nine denim dresses. Nine. I counted them properly last weekend while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in donations, and instead resulted in me standing…
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…
I bought my first real navy suit for a cousin’s engagement party eight years ago, and I paired it with a dress shirt that I was convinced was white. It…
I was standing in front of the closet at six forty in the morning, one sock on, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding two shirts up against a navy…
I was standing at the ironing board on a Tuesday night, working through a basket of clothes that had been sitting there since Thursday, when I noticed something that stopped…