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…
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…
Refreshed the same search four times in eleven minutes, “hooded puffer, women’s, size small,” like the algorithm was going to reward my patience instead of just showing me the same…
I have a running joke with myself about high waisted skirts, and it goes like this: I refresh the same three resale searches every single time the weather does that…
Okay so this whole hooded coat conversation turned into a fight about whether we walk places or not, which was not the plan. It started because I said the coat…
Okay so basically everyone on my radar has decided the green trench is THE fall layering piece, like every single person I follow has one in some shade of olive…
There was a proper argument in my house last November over a green puffer coat, and I mean a real one, the kind that goes quiet for a few minutes…
I own two green roll necks and they have never once agreed to be the same garment, even though they were both described as “forest green” on the label and…
There was a proper argument in my apartment three weeks ago that started because my friend Delia showed up to a Tuesday lunch in a gold knit top that caught…
There was a proper argument, back in June, about whether a gold knitted dress belongs at an actual garden party or whether it’s a “wedding guest dress having an identity…