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 manager, who has never once complimented anything I wear, looked at my board shorts on a Friday dress down day, the one time a year our floor pretends casual…
Four times I added them to the cart. Four times I closed the tab instead of checking out, because a brogue is one of those shoes that photographs like a…
Okay so I had a final round interview last Tuesday, the kind where they tell you it’s “just a casual chat with the team” and you know that’s a lie,…
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,…
Okay so someone commented on a loafer video I posted, “these look painful, glad they’ll break in,” and I just sat with that for a second because. Did they, though.…
A colleague asked me last month, over Slack, in the middle of an actual budget review, whether loafers “counted” as real shoes to wear with jeans or if she’d be…
Refreshed the listing at 11:47pm on a Tuesday because that’s supposedly the dead zone, the hour right before someone in the UK wakes up and starts hunting the same size…
I bought a pair of nude ballet flats four days before a work trip to Chicago, tried them on for exactly ninety seconds in the store, walked around a rug…
I bought a pair of penny loafers in a color the store called “cognac” and I called “the color of a good idea,” and three weeks later there was a…