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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 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,…
There was a proper argument in my group chat back in March that I still haven’t fully recovered from. One of my clients sent a photo of herself in a…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask anyone under thirty-five what they picture when you say the word “chino” and you will get some version of the same answer: a slightly…
Half of me thinks aqua is the most flattering color I own and refuses to be talked out of it, and the other half of me thinks I only love…
Nine days until I fly to see my sister and I still had eleven dresses shortlisted in a cart, which is not a shortlist, that’s a hostage situation. I’ll admit…
I’m going to say the unpopular thing first because someone has to. I think a batwing top is a resale trap dressed up as a wardrobe piece, the kind of…
I want to have a word with the woman who spent 1996 convinced an ankle strap sandal was aging on anyone over thirty, some kind of ingenue footwear that expired…
I did a genuine count last week, standing in front of the closet with a coffee going cold on the dresser, and the number was fourteen. Fourteen maxi skirts. Not…
My brother Sam showed up to Thanksgiving in a leopard print button up he’d bought off some guy at a swap meet, wore it with zero self consciousness, and I…
My sister walked into the kitchen while I was hunting for my keys, took one look at what I had on, and said, “Wait, are those the good jeans? What…