Blazer Layering: What Goes Under It, Over It and With It
I own eleven blazers. I want to lead with that number because it explains both my authority and my humiliation, because for at least four of those eleven years I…
I own eleven blazers. I want to lead with that number because it explains both my authority and my humiliation, because for at least four of those eleven years I…
My sister in law took one look at me walking into her kitchen last month and said, “Are those jeans… wide at the bottom but not flared? What are we…
I counted them properly last week, which was a mistake, because now I cannot unknow it. Six pairs. Six pairs of beige chinos live in my closet right now, ranging…
I was standing in the hallway with one shoe on and one shoe in my hand, running eleven minutes later than I should have been for a meeting I didn’t…
I own four pairs of blue chinos in three different shades, and if I’m honest about it, they get worn something like three times a week on average, more in…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…
I counted six times this week, black shirt on the ironing board or coming out of the dryer, and that’s not even a busy week for me. Tuesday it was…
I own four brown blazers. Four. I counted them on a Tuesday in October while looking for a fifth thing to wear to a client lunch, found none of the…
My sister took one look at my feet and said, “Absolutely not,” before I’d even said hello. This was two years ago, standing in her kitchen in a navy dress…