The Gilet Became Posh Uniform Long Before I Understood Why
Okay so picture this. I’m at some godforsaken Christmas market thing in Bath a few years back, absolutely freezing, and there’s a guy next to me in a full length…
Okay so picture this. I’m at some godforsaken Christmas market thing in Bath a few years back, absolutely freezing, and there’s a guy next to me in a full length…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…
I’ll admit that I didn’t think leggings were “for” me for the first 44 years of my life. Leggings felt too clingy, too athletic and lazy all at once. That…
Refreshed the same search four times in eleven minutes, “hooded puffer, women’s, size small,” like the algorithm was going to reward my patience instead of just showing me the same…
Okay so this whole hooded coat conversation turned into a fight about whether we walk places or not, which was not the plan. It started because I said the coat…
I own two green roll necks and they have never once agreed to be the same garment, even though they were both described as “forest green” on the label and…
My neighbor Dana and I have had the same argument about a green polo since May, and it never got resolved so much as it got rained out. She’s a…
There was a proper argument in my apartment three weeks ago that started because my friend Delia showed up to a Tuesday lunch in a gold knit top that caught…
My brother Sam and I got into it about gold joggers back in February, the kind of argument that only happens when neither person has actually tested the thing yet,…
Okay so gold sweaters. I bought my first one because I saw it under studio lights at a friend’s holiday shoot and it looked like actual liquid, and then I…