“Just get a beige sandal, it goes with everything, you’ll never have to think about it again.” That’s what a sales assistant in some outlet mall in Franklin told me…
I’ve long been suspicious of white coats, imagining them as garments reserved for people who had dry cleaners on speed dial and no concept of actual weather. Then I realised…
Cream chunky loafers were not something I ever thought I needed until I spotted a pair in that exact shade at a vintage shop in York last April. The woman…
I once believed that white trainers were a thing for people with nothing better to do than worry about scuff marks. You know the type: people who don’t walk ten…
I was standing at my closet door at 7:40 on a Tuesday morning, one shoe already on my foot, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding a second shoe up…
I bought a cream mule off resale eighteen months ago telling myself it would replace three pairs of office flats at once, and I want to be honest that it…
I bought my first cream polka dot dress convinced I’d wear it every single week. That was three years ago. I have worn it, by my own honest count, eleven…
Everyone treats a cream polo the exact same way, which is to say badly, tucked in fully like it’s reporting for country club duty, buttoned to the top, looking like…
Okay so this isn’t a swimsuit, I know, I sell swimwear for a living, but a date night dress is basically the same crisis with different lighting. Someone comes in…
I bought my third cream puff sleeve dress in fourteen months last week, which means the ledger now has a whole subsection just for this one silhouette, and I’m not…