I was in Target last Tuesday. Trying on jeans. As I was standing in one of those awful fluorescent Target changing room mirrors, I looked at myself and thought I…
Hi guys, so I have a story for you about maybe the most shameful thing I’ve worn in recent history. And trust me when I say that I’ve worn some…
Here’s the thing: I’ve spent years trying to understand why French girls always look cool and put-together, while I’ve never been able to replicate their style. OK, let’s be real:…
Consider this your unofficial FIDSTORY fashion designer guarantee: I will now get furious texts from stylist friends when this posts. But y’know what? Newsflash: I’m terrible at keeping secrets that…
There is a photo of my great-grandfather sitting on my mum’s fireplace mantel in Atlanta. It’s from 1985 and he’s standing outside of his church, dressed to the nines. High-waisted…
Hang with me here. I know what you’re thinking because I used to think it too. How can someone who writes about sustainable fashion be advocating regularly wearing the same…
My mother made one huge mistake last Christmas when she said yes to my request to come stay with her and “just quickly look through some boxes” to find childhood…
I discovered my mum’s collection of fanny packs last month while digging through her closet; you read that right, collection. I didn’t stop at one or two. She had an…
“Don’t look yet,” said the stylist, holding something near the model’s blouse. “I’m doing the ice cube trick.” I sat in the corner of the photo studio, pretending to blend…
It began on a rainy Sunday afternoon with an ancient photo album. I had returned home to Connecticut for the weekend to “help” my parents clean out their basement. In…