Long Denim Skirt: Boots, Coats, Jackets and Tops
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…
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.…
I once showed up to a friend’s engagement dinner wearing a lavender shirt with charcoal gray pants and what I can only describe, in hindsight, as a general air of…
I own eleven pairs of red pants. Eleven. I counted them twice, laid out on the bed like some kind of evidence board, because I genuinely did not believe the…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last New Year’s Eve, sequin pants catching the light from her stove hood, and said, “Okay, but why does…
I counted them last week, mostly out of guilt, while trying to shove a garment bag into a closet that had clearly given up negotiating with me years ago. Eleven…
Burgundy pants have a reputation for being a once-a-season novelty, something you buy in October, wear to one dinner, and then shove to the back of the closet until you…
“Wait, you’re doing black with that?” Dana said, stopping mid step into my hallway, one eyebrow up, gesturing at my feet with her wine glass before we’d even left for…