Joggers Styled Up: Shoes, Boots, Coats and Jackets
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 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…
I was folding laundry on a Sunday afternoon, the kind where the pile has gotten embarrassing and you promise yourself you will never let it get that tall again, when…
The first time I wore barrel jeans out in actual winter, not just around the apartment where the worst hazard is a rug, I put them with a pair of…
Okay. Bear with me. This is going to sound insane but two years ago I started noticing high fashion editors wearing the same Marks & Spencer sweater. I did what…