The Beige Sweaters Worth Your Money
Beige is the color nobody admits to wanting until they own it, and then they own four. I’ve got two, my brother Sam has one he still thinks is “off…
Beige is the color nobody admits to wanting until they own it, and then they own four. I’ve got two, my brother Sam has one he still thinks is “off…
I have a client who once told me she owned “eleven, maybe twelve” black cardigans, and when I asked her to actually count, it was nineteen. Nineteen. And she wore,…
Had a whole argument last October about whether beige cardigans are the safest thing a grown woman can own or the exact color of giving up. Never got resolved. A…
Twelve days until my sister’s Colorado trip and she texted me a photo of herself in a beige oversized sweater standing in her bathroom mirror asking “is this a personality…
My sister thinks a beige roll neck is proof you have your life together. I think it’s proof you haven’t done laundry since Tuesday and beige is just what’s left…
I bought my first argyle sweater with a very specific mental image attached to it, the one where I’m at some tasteful holiday gathering with a glass of something dark,…
I counted my cardigans last month during a closet cull that was supposed to be ruthless and ended up being mostly nostalgic. Fourteen. Fourteen cardigans, and I wore something from…
I was standing in the front hallway last Tuesday, keys already in one hand, trying to zip a boot with the other, and I still had forty seconds to decide…
I checked my “worn twice this week, don’t wash yet” chair last Tuesday and counted. Four cardigans in five days. Not four different sweaters, four different cardigans, because apparently that’s…
My roommate walked into the kitchen on a Tuesday, looked at me for exactly two seconds, and said, “You’re wearing the vacuum sweater as a dress again, aren’t you.” Which,…