Burgundy Dress Footwear: Heels, Boots and Flats
I did the math the other night, out of pure curiosity, and then immediately regretted it. Eleven. I own eleven burgundy dresses. Not maroon, not oxblood, not that murky wine…
I did the math the other night, out of pure curiosity, and then immediately regretted it. Eleven. I own eleven burgundy dresses. Not maroon, not oxblood, not that murky wine…
The first time I wore a mini skirt as an actual adult, not a teenager sneaking around a dress code, I paired it with sheer black tights, ankle boots with…
I counted the other day, out of pure boredom during a long commute, and it turns out eleven of the last thirty days I wore a midi dress. Not because…
I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, one shoe on, one shoe off, trying to eat cereal without dripping milk on the emerald wrap dress I’d already committed to…
The reputation mini dresses carry is that they belong to a decade of your life and then you graduate out of them, quietly, the way you graduate out of standing…
I own exactly one black satin skirt, a midi with a bias cut that hits just below the knee, and I have worn it, by my own rough count going…
I was standing at the ironing board on an ordinary Tuesday night, steaming the creases out of a plain cotton shirt for work the next day, when my eye landed…
There was a wedding in September, three years ago now, and I wore a pale green midi dress with a pair of strappy gold heels I had bought two days…
I own eleven satin midi skirts. Eleven. I counted them last Sunday while doing a closet purge that was supposed to result in donations and instead resulted in me lying…
My mom walked into my kitchen on a Tuesday night, looked at me standing on a step stool trying to get a wine bottle off the top shelf, and said,…