Ankle Boots: Pants, Socks and Easy Outfits
Ankle boots have a reputation for being the safe choice, the boot you buy when you cannot decide on anything else, the middle child of footwear that gets worn constantly…
Ankle boots have a reputation for being the safe choice, the boot you buy when you cannot decide on anything else, the middle child of footwear that gets worn constantly…
There was a wedding in September, three years ago now, and I wore a pale green midi dress with a pair of strappy gold heels I had bought two days…
I own a charcoal gray suit that I bought for my cousin’s wedding eight years ago, and for the first two years I wore it exactly once, to that wedding,…
I own six gray suits. Not by design, not some capsule wardrobe manifesto, just the slow accumulation of a decade where gray kept winning over navy at the tailor’s counter.…
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Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…
I own eleven pairs of wide leg jeans right now, which is a genuinely unhinged number for someone who works from a home studio three days a week and only…
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…
I was on my knees in a client’s guest bedroom in Dilworth, tape measure in my teeth, going through a stack of jeans she’d pulled from three different stores because…
I own eleven satin midi skirts. Eleven. I counted them last Sunday while doing a closet purge that was supposed to result in donations and instead resulted in me lying…