The Best Beige Oversized Sweaters
Twelve days until my sister’s Colorado trip and she texted me a photo of herself in a beige oversized sweater standing in her bathroom mirror asking “is this a personality…
Twelve days until my sister’s Colorado trip and she texted me a photo of herself in a beige oversized sweater standing in her bathroom mirror asking “is this a personality…
My sister thinks a beige roll neck is proof you have your life together. I think it’s proof you haven’t done laundry since Tuesday and beige is just what’s left…
I bought my first argyle sweater with a very specific mental image attached to it, the one where I’m at some tasteful holiday gathering with a glass of something dark,…
I own fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I counted my cardigans last month during a closet cull that was supposed to be ruthless and ended up being mostly nostalgic. Fourteen. Fourteen cardigans, and I wore something from…
I was standing in the front hallway last Tuesday, keys already in one hand, trying to zip a boot with the other, and I still had forty seconds to decide…
I was folding laundry on a Sunday afternoon, the kind where you turn on a podcast you’re not really listening to and just sort by pile, when I hit the…
I checked my “worn twice this week, don’t wash yet” chair last Tuesday and counted. Four cardigans in five days. Not four different sweaters, four different cardigans, because apparently that’s…
My roommate walked into the kitchen on a Tuesday, looked at me for exactly two seconds, and said, “You’re wearing the vacuum sweater as a dress again, aren’t you.” Which,…
I own eleven jumpsuits. I counted them properly last month while packing for a trip, laying them across the bed like some kind of fabric inventory, and eleven felt like…