Gray Jeans and the Colors That Sit Well Beside Them
My friend Dana walked into my kitchen last spring, took one look at my outfit, and said, “Okay, but why does that gray look so much better than your other…
My friend Dana walked into my kitchen last spring, took one look at my outfit, and said, “Okay, but why does that gray look so much better than your other…
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…
I was standing at the ironing board at seven in the morning, coffee going cold on the counter, running the tip of the iron along a sleeve that had picked…
I own fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I once showed up to a friend’s engagement dinner wearing a lavender shirt with charcoal gray pants and what I can only describe, in hindsight, as a general air of…
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 counted it out last week, actually sat there like a weirdo and scrolled through six weeks of outfit photos on my phone, and the leather jacket showed up in…
I counted nineteen midi skirts hanging in my closet last spring, actually stopped and counted because my sister asked how many I owned when she saw me shove three more…
I spent years avoiding mom jeans because everyone told me the same thing: they are shapeless, unflattering, the denim equivalent of giving up. The name itself does the marketing for…
I bought my first pair of wide leg jeans standing in a fitting room that smelled like new denim and desperation, on a lunch break, with exactly eleven minutes before…