Last Tuesday I was waiting in line at Blue Bottle coffee. (Okay fine, don’t laugh – their coffee is actually good.) I was wearing, what I thought was appropriately, little.…
Printed dresses and I have never had the easiest of relationships. As a child my Nan forced me to wear what I considered the tackiest floral prints to every family…
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
Tan leather gets a bad reputation when it comes to summer dressing—it’s seen as heavy like brown leather, reserved for fall and winter, and only pairs with jeans and t-shirts.…
Cream chunky loafers were not something I ever thought I needed until I spotted a pair in that exact shade at a vintage shop in York last April. The woman…
There’s a Wednesday morning recurring thought I can’t quite shake. Standing in front of my closet at seven- thirty trying to figure out how to look put-together but not wanting…
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…
Ever seen someone who looks undeniably amazing wearing what appears to be whatever they just grabbed from their closet? That vaguely-washed cool girl vibe? I used to think that was…
You know how people get cold feet about buying satin slip dresses? Never been sure why. Satin shines just right, they skim in all the flattering places, and they solve…
Have you ever had one of those moments where you look down at yourself and realize that you’ve somehow become human wallpaper? It happened to me last Tuesday. I was…