Brown Cardigans For Rich Days
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
I’ve long been suspicious of white coats, imagining them as garments reserved for people who had dry cleaners on speed dial and no concept of actual weather. Then I realised…
Cream chunky loafers were not something I ever thought I needed until I spotted a pair in that exact shade at a vintage shop in York last April. The woman…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
It clicked for me one grim October morning. I was late. I was standing in front of my closet doing that thing where you try to plan outfits in your…
I own two green roll necks and they have never once agreed to be the same garment, even though they were both described as “forest green” on the label and…
There was a proper argument in my apartment three weeks ago that started because my friend Delia showed up to a Tuesday lunch in a gold knit top that caught…
There was a proper argument, back in June, about whether a gold knitted dress belongs at an actual garden party or whether it’s a “wedding guest dress having an identity…
Okay so gold sweaters. I bought my first one because I saw it under studio lights at a friend’s holiday shoot and it looked like actual liquid, and then I…
Nearly everyone in my life who has seen this cardigan agrees it’s the best forty dollars I’ve spent this year. My mother, who does not compliment clothing on principle, texted…