The A Line Skirts Worth Your Money
I bought the wool blend one at full price on a Tuesday afternoon, on my actual lunch break, having convinced myself the meeting I had at two required a skirt…
I bought the wool blend one at full price on a Tuesday afternoon, on my actual lunch break, having convinced myself the meeting I had at two required a skirt…
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…
I counted the other day: out of the last thirty outfits I have photographed for the site, twenty six of them started with jeans. Not skirts, not trousers, not the…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask most people what they picture when you say the word and you get some version of the same image: khaki pants, slightly too roomy…
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…
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…
I counted nineteen midi skirts hanging in my closet last spring, actually stopped and counted because my sister asked how many I owned when she saw me shove three more…
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 was standing at the ironing board at seven in the morning, coffee going cold on the counter, running the tip of the iron along a sleeve that had picked…