A Lace Dress For A Wedding Guest Comes Down To The Lace Itself, Not The Dress
My friend Renata texted me a photo of a dress three weeks before her cousin’s wedding with the message “is this too much lace” and I stared at it for…
My friend Renata texted me a photo of a dress three weeks before her cousin’s wedding with the message “is this too much lace” and I stared at it for…
There is a specific ankle bone, mine, left foot, that spent three weeks in October convinced I had bought the wrong boots. Not sort of wrong. Fully, return label printed,…
Forty five minutes into a lap swim at the Y on Park Road, I looked down and the front panel of my suit was doing this loose, bunched thing across…
I told a colleague once that I was wearing “smart casual” to a client dinner, and she looked at my cardigan the way you’d look at a stain you couldn’t…
I found the dress on a resale app at eleven at night, the kind of listing that makes you sit up in bed. Small floral print, dark navy background, silk,…
I bought a bodycon dress for a Tuesday. Not a launch dinner, not a birthday, an actual regular Tuesday, because I had a client call at eleven and a leaving…
My friend Delaney texted me a photo from a bus stop in Nashville, which never gets properly cold, wearing what I can only describe as visible crew socks under sheer…
So okay. I was getting dressed for a shoot on Tuesday, tights on, running late, already filming in my head before I’d even hit record, and my roommate Devon walks…
My colleague Renata texted me a photo of her over the knee boots at 9:47 on a Saturday morning, wedding at 2, and the message just said “tights or not,…
My roommate walked in on me standing on one leg in the hallway, heel hovering half out of a penny loafer like I was mid escape from a burning building,…