A Denim Jacket Goes With More Than You Think: Bottoms, Shoes and Layers
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
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…
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 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 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 own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I counted it out last week, actually sat there like a weirdo and scrolled through six weeks of outfit photos on my phone, and the leather jacket showed up in…
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 own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…
I counted them last week, which was a mistake, because now I cannot stop thinking about it. Seven pairs of black tie shoes live in my closet, not including two…