Bootcut Jeans: Boots, Shoes and Tops That Balance the Flare
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…
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 own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…
I counted them last week, mostly out of guilt, while trying to shove a garment bag into a closet that had clearly given up negotiating with me years ago. Eleven…
Burgundy pants have a reputation for being a once-a-season novelty, something you buy in October, wear to one dinner, and then shove to the back of the closet until you…
“Wait, you’re doing black with that?” Dana said, stopping mid step into my hallway, one eyebrow up, gesturing at my feet with her wine glass before we’d even left for…
The first time I wore a mini skirt as an actual adult, not a teenager sneaking around a dress code, I paired it with sheer black tights, ankle boots with…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor last Sunday night with a can of shoe polish, a horsehair brush, and three pairs of shoes lined up like suspects, trying to…
I counted them twice because the first number seemed impossible. Eight. Eight pairs of brown shoes lined up against the wall of my closet, and that’s not counting the one…
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…