The Perfect Burgundy Satin Dress For Weekend Brunch
Everyone I know treats a burgundy satin dress like it’s an event dress, something you unzip a garment bag for twice a year and then apologize to for taking up…
Everyone I know treats a burgundy satin dress like it’s an event dress, something you unzip a garment bag for twice a year and then apologize to for taking up…
My mom came to visit in March, sat across from me at brunch, and said, “that color makes you look like you skipped breakfast for a week.” Not mean, just…
Everyone talks about beige like it’s the safe choice, the dress equivalent of ordering a chicken breast because you don’t want to think about dinner. That’s the complaint I have,…
The real fight in this office was never about beige. It was about whether you’re a person who sits down at work or a person who’s up and down forty…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last July, coffee in hand, wearing a pair of pleated linen pants I’d just picked up from a sample…
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…
The first time I wore white linen pants in public, I found out about it the way you find out about most fashion mistakes: through photographic evidence. It was a…
I counted the other day, out of pure boredom during a long commute, and it turns out eleven of the last thirty days I wore a midi dress. Not because…
I own eleven satin midi skirts. Eleven. I counted them last Sunday while doing a closet purge that was supposed to result in donations and instead resulted in me lying…
I count them every so often, usually right before I try to shove one more onto the hanger and the rod threatens legal action, and last week the number came…