Flare Jeans in Real Life: Boots, Tops and the Right Hem Length
I was on my knees on the kitchen floor last Tuesday with three pins in my mouth and a tape measure looped around my neck like a stethoscope, trying to…
I was on my knees on the kitchen floor last Tuesday with three pins in my mouth and a tape measure looped around my neck like a stethoscope, trying to…
I own nine denim dresses. Nine. I counted them properly last weekend while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in donations, and instead resulted in me standing…
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
The first time I wore a satin skirt out in public, I sat down at a restaurant booth and slid straight off the seat like I’d been greased for a…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing the same black jeans I’d worn to her house every single visit for two years, and…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last July, coffee in hand, wearing a pair of pleated linen pants I’d just picked up from a sample…
My sister Nadia texted me a photo of herself in a pair of barrel jeans with the caption “tell me the truth, do these make me look like I’m wearing…
I counted them properly last week, standing in front of the closet with a glass of wine and entirely too much time on my hands, and the number was eleven.…
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…
Shorts get treated like the easy part of getting dressed in summer, the thing you throw on when it is ninety degrees and thinking is optional. And for years I…