Black Sequin Dress: Shoes, Jewelry, Earrings and Tights
I was folding laundry on my kitchen floor Sunday afternoon, the kind of task where you end up sorting three other piles you didn’t mean to start, and one of…
I was folding laundry on my kitchen floor Sunday afternoon, the kind of task where you end up sorting three other piles you didn’t mean to start, and one of…
Ankle grazer jeans have a reputation for being the compromise nobody actually asked for. Too short to read as a full length jean, too long to be a proper crop,…
I own seven corsets. Actually own, not “have tried on and returned,” seven, sitting in my closet right now, and I wore one four times last week alone, which I…
I own eleven leather jackets. Eleven. I counted them properly last month, laid out across the bed like some kind of intervention, and my first reaction wasn’t pride, it was…
I have a spreadsheet. Not a metaphorical one, an actual Google Sheet called “Theo’s Closet” that I started three years ago and have never once let him see, because if…
I counted them last Tuesday night, sitting on my bedroom floor with a glass of wine I probably didn’t need, and the number was eleven. Eleven jean skirts. Not eleven…
I’ve owned exactly three longline coats that actually earned their closet space, and I got there by ignoring almost everything the internet told me about wearing them. The reputation is…
The reputation on brown knee high boots is that they’re the safe choice. The boot you buy because you couldn’t decide, the fallback for when the black pair is at…
I logged it, out of pure professional habit, and the number was 42. That’s how many times my cowgirl boots show up in my camera roll outfit photos since March,…
I’ve been told, more than once, that a black shirt is a “put it with anything, it doesn’t matter” garment, the fashion equivalent of a blank wall. My brother in…