The Burgundy Joggers Worth Your Money
I have a running joke on the shop floor about me and burgundy, which is that I own it in a swimsuit, a cover up, and now these joggers, and…
I have a running joke on the shop floor about me and burgundy, which is that I own it in a swimsuit, a cover up, and now these joggers, and…
Okay so beige joggers were supposed to be a one week phase for me and instead they’re the thing I’ve worn nine days out of the last twelve, which I…
Twelve days until my sister’s Colorado trip and she texted me a photo of herself in a beige oversized sweater standing in her bathroom mirror asking “is this a personality…
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…
Leggings have a reputation problem, and I understand exactly where it comes from. Say the word “leggings” to most people and they picture the same thing: a slightly deflated version…
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 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…
Brown sneakers have a reputation for being the shoe you buy when you’ve given up. The safe choice. The “I don’t want to think about this anymore” purchase that sits…
I own eleven pairs of brown leggings. I counted this morning while procrastinating a phone call I didn’t want to make, and eleven felt like a number I should be…
Seventeen. That’s the count, and I did it twice because I didn’t believe myself the first time. Seventeen pairs of sneakers lined up along my hallway in Chicago, in an…