Blue Shirt: Tie and Pants Pairings
I counted it up the other week out of pure boredom: seventeen. That’s how many times this year I’ve been asked, mid text message or mid panic in my own…
I counted it up the other week out of pure boredom: seventeen. That’s how many times this year I’ve been asked, mid text message or mid panic in my own…
Okay so I need to tell you about the time I wore a black midi dress to a rooftop thing in Austin with white sneakers, a cropped puffer that hit…
I bought my first real tunic top in the fall of 2004, at a craft fair in a church basement in Aurora, from a woman selling hand dyed rayon that…
I own eleven pairs of brown leggings. I counted this morning while procrastinating a phone call I didn’t want to make, and eleven felt like a number I should be…
I bought a pair of gray dress pants in 2011 specifically because the saleswoman told me gray was “the new black,” and I nodded like this was groundbreaking information rather…
I counted my blazers this morning, actually got up and counted, because a client asked me last week how many I owned and I genuinely didn’t know. Eleven. Eleven blazers…
Okay so I need to tell you about the pair of wide leg jeans that almost got me stuck on an escalator at the Domain in Austin, because I think…
Seventeen. That’s the count, and I did it twice because I didn’t believe myself the first time. Seventeen pairs of sneakers lined up along my hallway in Chicago, in an…
I counted once, out of boredom, during a slow Tuesday on the sales floor. Seventeen wears since January, tracked by the scuff pattern on the outside edge of my brown…
I used to think the navy blazer was the blazer equivalent of oatmeal. Perfectly fine, technically correct, the thing you wear when you don’t want to be noticed. For about…