The Brown Ankle Boots Worth Your Money
One of us has a pair she’s worn into the ground and calls “the only shoe,” and another one thinks brown ankle boots are the thing you buy when you’ve…
One of us has a pair she’s worn into the ground and calls “the only shoe,” and another one thinks brown ankle boots are the thing you buy when you’ve…
A woman sat next to me on a flight to Phoenix last spring, glanced at the skirt I’d worn for the sheer inconvenience of proving I could travel in leather,…
My roommate Mara and I were splitting a cab last month, both of us in coats, both of us convinced the other one was wrong about biker shorts under a…
I sell swimwear, not jeans, but the fitting room is the fitting room no matter what’s on the hanger, and barrel leg jeans have caused more quiet crying in that…
My mom and I had a whole argument about shaft height back in October, the kind where nobody’s really listening to the other person, we’re both just waiting for our…
I did a genuine count last week, standing in front of the closet with a coffee going cold on the dresser, and the number was fourteen. Fourteen maxi skirts. Not…
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…
Leopard print jeans have a reputation for being a lot. Ask most people what they picture when you say the words and they will describe something loud, something you wear…
I own eleven pairs of baggy jeans. Eleven. I counted them properly last weekend while doing laundry, laying them out across the bed like some kind of denim crime scene,…
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…