Straight Leg Jeans: The Shoes and Boots That Sit Right at the Hem
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…
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…
I counted the other day: fourteen wears in six weeks. That is how often my black knee high boots came off the shelf between the start of October and the…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask most people what they picture when you say the word and you get some version of the same image: khaki pants, slightly too roomy…
I was on my knees on the kitchen floor last Tuesday with three pins in my mouth and a tape measure looped around my neck like a stethoscope, trying to…
I own nine denim dresses. Nine. I counted them properly last weekend while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in donations, and instead resulted in me standing…
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 fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I counted nineteen midi skirts hanging in my closet last spring, actually stopped and counted because my sister asked how many I owned when she saw me shove three more…
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…
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…