Brown Knit For Rich Days
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
Cream chunky loafers were not something I ever thought I needed until I spotted a pair in that exact shade at a vintage shop in York last April. The woman…
It clicked for me one grim October morning. I was late. I was standing in front of my closet doing that thing where you try to plan outfits in your…
I once believed that white trainers were a thing for people with nothing better to do than worry about scuff marks. You know the type: people who don’t walk ten…
A few years ago someone described my outfit as “surprisingly professional” because I was wearing a dress. It’s a compliment that has haunted me ever since. How does one look…
Let me start by saying that I never thought I’d become a girl with opinions about maternity jean waistbands. Like, ever. But at 7 months pregnant and still striving to…
I bought a cream mule off resale eighteen months ago telling myself it would replace three pairs of office flats at once, and I want to be honest that it…
I spent three years telling anyone who’d listen that green sneakers were a costume, not a shoe, the kind of thing you buy for one photo and then quietly return.…
Four days until a trip I’m not even taking and I’m still standing in my own closet arguing with myself about a green shift dress, which is a very Miami…