My Sandals Dug In For The First Few Wears Before They Finally Gave
There’s a particular walk I do for the first three days with a new pair of leather sandals, and my sister calls it “the wince shuffle.” Shoulders slightly up, weight…
There’s a particular walk I do for the first three days with a new pair of leather sandals, and my sister calls it “the wince shuffle.” Shoulders slightly up, weight…
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which is not a day she calls, to ask a single question. Brown or black, for a leather jacket, and she needed the…
I spent a solid fifteen years telling anyone who’d listen that linen doesn’t shrink, not really, that the whole thing was overblown fabric folklore passed down from people who’d washed…
My brother-in-law packed for our lake trip last summer with the kind of precision I usually reserve for carry-on liquids. Swim trunks, rashguard, the good sunglasses. And then, folded into…
I went into my first Brazilian wax appointment convinced I was going to keep my underwear on, because that’s what I’d pictured the whole time, some discreet little maneuver where…
My sister came to visit last spring, saw a faux leather jacket hanging on the back of my closet door, and said, “Oh, is that the real one or the…
So okay, backstory. I threw my swimsuit in with a regular load of laundry, on hot, with the jeans, like a person who has apparently never read a single care…
I bought a $34 underbust corset off a resale app because the listing said “worn twice, too small,” and the seller was telling the truth on both counts. Too small…
I built a whole spreadsheet the year I almost bought a trench coat. Not a metaphorical spreadsheet, an actual one, cost per wear projected against a Boston winter that’s really…
Someone at the shop told me point blank that I’d regret it, said her sister wore one to a wedding and spent the entire reception “breathing like a woman in…